This chapter's short because I got tired with the plot. Tee hee. No incest
in this one! Surprised?
Subaru in America
Chapter 8
They sat inside the café where they had met. Subaru was about to burst into tears, but Alicia tried to assure him that Seishiro would be alright.
"That drug will wear off in a few hours," Alicia said.
"How do you know?" Subaru asked, trying not to cry out of fear for Seishiro's life.
She looked down shamefully. "Because my grandfather made those darts."
Subaru gasped. "What?"
She nodded. "He's a 'voodoo scientist' of sorts. He makes concoctions that will supposedly enhance ones ability to communicate with the gods." She paused. "But if a non-believer uses that drug, he will go mad for a few hours. I know this because my grandfather used the darts on lab rats, who went utterly insane for a few hours."
"And that's why it seemed that people were possessed around that house," Subaru concluded. "But why would your grandfather do such a thing?"
A few tears began to well up in her eyes. "He hates non-believers," she said plainly, crinkling a napkin that was lying on the table. "That's the only reason I can think of. He wants them to stay away, so I guess he scares them by drugging some people every once in a while." She put her face in her hands and began to weep.
Subaru put a consoling hand on her shoulder. "Please don't cry," he said softly. "But I'm afraid we have to report him to the police."
She nodded and they exited the café, heading towards the police station.
"Seishiro got drugged by Alicia's grandfather?" Hokuto questioned when Subaru arrived home in the wee hours of the morning.
"Yes," Subaru replied with a nod. "And luckily there was enough evidence in her grandfather's house to prove it and make his arrest." He sighed and plopped himself down on the coach.
"I knew that girl was trouble," Hokuto commented. But when she saw Subaru's forlorn face, she sat next to him and put her arm around his shoulder. "It's not her fault, though. I mean, she didn't know."
"No," Subaru replied. "It isn't. Still, she feels responsible for her grandfather. He is a really old man and probably not all there."
Hokuto agreed, then her expression went to that of shock. "Hey! What happened to Seishiro?"
"Alicia said he'll be 'in his right mind' in a few hours," he answered. "But it's been about six hours since he was drugged; he should be fine right now." He scratched his chin. "Where is he?"
The answer came walking through the door a few seconds later. Seishiro entered, his tie missing, his pants and shirt grass stained, and stray blades of grass sticking out of his hair. His eyes were bloodshot with dark circles under them, and his expression looked totally miserable.
Hokuto hopped up and ran to him. "Seishiro! You look awful!"
Seishiro plucked a piece of grass out of his hair and replied, "Well, I've had better nights." He walked over to Subaru, sat down next to him, and asked, "What happened?"
Subaru couldn't help but laugh. "I'll tell you in the morning."
To be continued…
Subaru in America
Chapter 8
They sat inside the café where they had met. Subaru was about to burst into tears, but Alicia tried to assure him that Seishiro would be alright.
"That drug will wear off in a few hours," Alicia said.
"How do you know?" Subaru asked, trying not to cry out of fear for Seishiro's life.
She looked down shamefully. "Because my grandfather made those darts."
Subaru gasped. "What?"
She nodded. "He's a 'voodoo scientist' of sorts. He makes concoctions that will supposedly enhance ones ability to communicate with the gods." She paused. "But if a non-believer uses that drug, he will go mad for a few hours. I know this because my grandfather used the darts on lab rats, who went utterly insane for a few hours."
"And that's why it seemed that people were possessed around that house," Subaru concluded. "But why would your grandfather do such a thing?"
A few tears began to well up in her eyes. "He hates non-believers," she said plainly, crinkling a napkin that was lying on the table. "That's the only reason I can think of. He wants them to stay away, so I guess he scares them by drugging some people every once in a while." She put her face in her hands and began to weep.
Subaru put a consoling hand on her shoulder. "Please don't cry," he said softly. "But I'm afraid we have to report him to the police."
She nodded and they exited the café, heading towards the police station.
"Seishiro got drugged by Alicia's grandfather?" Hokuto questioned when Subaru arrived home in the wee hours of the morning.
"Yes," Subaru replied with a nod. "And luckily there was enough evidence in her grandfather's house to prove it and make his arrest." He sighed and plopped himself down on the coach.
"I knew that girl was trouble," Hokuto commented. But when she saw Subaru's forlorn face, she sat next to him and put her arm around his shoulder. "It's not her fault, though. I mean, she didn't know."
"No," Subaru replied. "It isn't. Still, she feels responsible for her grandfather. He is a really old man and probably not all there."
Hokuto agreed, then her expression went to that of shock. "Hey! What happened to Seishiro?"
"Alicia said he'll be 'in his right mind' in a few hours," he answered. "But it's been about six hours since he was drugged; he should be fine right now." He scratched his chin. "Where is he?"
The answer came walking through the door a few seconds later. Seishiro entered, his tie missing, his pants and shirt grass stained, and stray blades of grass sticking out of his hair. His eyes were bloodshot with dark circles under them, and his expression looked totally miserable.
Hokuto hopped up and ran to him. "Seishiro! You look awful!"
Seishiro plucked a piece of grass out of his hair and replied, "Well, I've had better nights." He walked over to Subaru, sat down next to him, and asked, "What happened?"
Subaru couldn't help but laugh. "I'll tell you in the morning."
To be continued…