Chapter 6
"Boarding!" Shouts a man in a sailor's uniform; coincidentally a massive passenger ship and it's only boarding ramp is behind him.
A young, lean looking boy, who doesn't even look as if he has reached his teens yet, begins walking through the large crowd as he makes his way towards the sailor.
"Ah, are you okay?" The young boy asks as he accidently bumps into and knocks down a brawnier looking boy. Looking closely, the young boy is wearing a grey waistcoat with a white shirt and skinny red tie underneath with dark blue, slim fitting pants and black dress shoes. Coincidentally his shirts sleeves are rolled up, whether this is a preference or due to the hot summer weather, is unknown.
The person the boy bumped into "I'm fine." Replies, slapping away the hand the leaner boy held out.
'If I had felt guilty before, I wouldn't now.' The boy thinks to himself as he walks away.
"Ticket."
"Here you go, sir." The boy says, fishing the ticket from under his waistcoat.
After a while of looking between the ticket and the boy, the sailor asks, "Aren't you a little young to be travelling alone?"
"Yes, yes I am." The boy replies, for some reason he begins to smirk.
'Too be deprived of his parents at such a young age.' The sailor thought, looking at the singular bag that the boy is carrying, feeling sad for the child as he gives him back his ticket and gestures him onto the ship, before shouting "Next!"
Walking towards the reception desk on the ship, he caught a sound from a distance away, back at the boarding ramp,
"Wait! I swear he had his ticket just a few minutes ago! He must have lost it!" A man shouts as guards were escorting his son away.
The boy however, decided as if he didn't hear anything and continued towards the receptionist.
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Hours later, when the ship had left the docks and the sun had set meaning many people were beginning to fall asleep; a shadow can be seen slipping through the ship before it comes to a stop in front of a door to one of the smaller cabins.
"Was it this one?" The shadow whispers with a childish sounding voice, before knocking on the door to the cabin. Getting no reply, he takes out a key he got from a woman at the reception desk and a piece of paper.
'Room 421' both the key and paper say.
"Guess so." The shadow says while entering.
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"It's you!" A familiar brawny boy standing to the right of a slightly leaner child shouts as he points at him, drawing the attention of the rest of the guests in the diner. Normally this would seem like bullying, however most of those present had seen this before in the last few days they have been travelling on the ship, and they again thought it was some kind of improvisation act provided for the guest's amusement.
The leaner child looks at the other boy with wide eyes, as a shrimp sticks out of his mouth. Looking around to see if the brawny boy meant someone else he doesn't see anyone other than him he could be pointing at, so he points one finger towards his face, still with the shrimp sticking out.
"Yes you, who else do you think, you moron." The brawny boy insults.
'Ah!' The lean looking boy seems to realise something as he closes his fist and taps it on the palm of his other hand; a chandelier lights up for a second directly above the boy.
Taking the shrimp out of his mouth, he hands it to the other boy and says with a sincere tone, "My mistake, I didn't know you wanted to say your goodbyes to him before the meal."
After some guests laugh, the whistle of a kettle being boiled resounds throughout the diner, resulting in a waiter who was bringing it to a table to apologize; much to the humour of the guests.
Looking back to the brawny boy, he had swung a fist towards the leaner boy, who had leaned over to pick up a dropped fork; resulting in the boy following the momentum of his jab and stumbling over the back of the lean boy, landing on his own back at the other side of the chair, "I didn't put in so much strength in the swing that would cause me to stumble like that, did I?" The now lying down boy wonders as he looks at the spot where his feet were when he stumbled.
As the leaner boy brings his head back up, he notices that the boy who had been there a moment ago had disappeared. Looking around in an exaggerated manner and still not noticing him, he picks up his plate before not finding him there either and placing it back down. As he looks around one more time, he notices the boy getting up from the ground to his left, and he exaggeratedly jumps up to his chair standing to its right.
The brawny boy, who just stood up, unbuttons the jacket he was wearing, revealing a mace concealed underneath,
"Haah.." The audience gasps in shock, even those who have seen the show before do as well, 'this wasn't in the previous shows.' They think to themselves.
"I am a huntsman-in-training Dammit, show you're future protector some respect!" The now mace-wielding boy shouts as he readies his weapon. While he wasn't at the age to attend one of the four academies, he looked around the right age to be attending a combat school, so the audience began to worry for the lean looking boy.
The boy in question, however, seems calm as he looks at the sword, before picking up his knife and spoon, switching glances between the two; he sets the knife back down and holds the spoon up while covering one of his eyes. It looks as if he is trying to size the spoon up with the mace from a distance; however it looks quite comical for those watching, some of the audience members don't laugh though, realising that the mace-wielding boy is in quite a proper stance, even if it is a little sloppy.
After the lean looking boy seems satisfied, he takes up a stance with his left hand behind his back and his right holding up the spoon in front of him. "En Garde." The spoon says, taunting the mace.
Infuriated at being made a mockery of, he charges and strikes with an overhead slash, however his attack is sidestepped by the other boy who had dipped his spoon into a bowl and was now bringing it back up to his mouth, filled with a nearby customer's soup.
"Delicious!" He exclaims with a large grin, raising the spoon up high, even though food just stolen by the child, they can't help but laugh. However it is cut short, quite literally as a mace comes down into the middle of the table, not quite splitting it in half, but still damaging too much for it to be usable anymore.
"Phew!" The spoon wielding boy says, pretending to wipe sweat from his forehead. "But look at all the food that was on the table, that soup was a masterpiece."
"Shut up and stop running away!" The mace user says again, swinging his mace with a horizontal sweep, knocking over a nearby soda fountain.
The spoon wielding boy, after jumping over and flipping to be behind the boy, stands on his toes and shouts towards the guests who were on the other side of the fountain and are now covered in soda, "Careful, first 3 rows will get wet!"
Turning around and continuing the horizontal sweep, the brawnier boy manages to hit the spoon wielder, knocking him back onto a family's table. A scream comes from some women who were too far to see how the boy ended up and thought he was seriously injured, some run to tell the guards what has happened, while others shield their children in case he decides to turn his mace at them next. But what of the family that were sitting at the table the boy landed on?
"Alas, it seems that this is the end for me, I cannot go on. I have been stricken by the Count, if only there was someone who could give me the strength to carry on and fight this evil standing before us…"An overly dramatic speech comes from their table. The lean boy raises his hand weakly into the air as if trying to grasp that light of hope to give him strength.
"How can we give you strength?" A youngest girl at the table shouts, obviously caught up in the pace of the scene.
"What I need….. Is…." The boys words becoming weaker as he continues to talk, "Cake." A final word comes out before the boy hand falls as if its strings were cut.
The overenthusiastic girl quickly feeds the boy some of the cake that had been cut, luckily it wasn't squished by the boy; or rather it was as if he landed in such a way as to avoid it.
"I…Am…" The boy begins to say as he eats the cake, gaining more strength behind his words with every bite, "REVIVED!" He shouts as he stands up onto the table in a hero pose.
"Listen here, Count!" He says, pointing his spoon at the brawnier boy, "I will not let you succeed in taking away the good food of this fine diner!"
The mace wielding boy was confused as he watched the scene unfold. He had just struck the young boy with a good hit, he should be unconscious, maybe even dead, right now, the fact he had tried to murder someone clearly not even reaching him. But it was as if he was treating all this as a game, causing him to grab his mace and charge in anger,
"Just die, you brat!"
Dong!
A weird sound reverberates through the diner, followed by a Thump! Sound as a body hits the floor.
The lean looking boy, triumphantly standing over the collapsed body of the older boy with one foot on him as if he had conquered a great beast, laughs in an exaggerating manner before speaking,
"Rejoice!" He yells, with his spoon raised into the air, "For I have saved the good food of this diner and vanquished the wicked Count!"
YAY! Shouts erupt in joy from children while laughs erupt from the adults.
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"That was not worth it at all." I say to myself with an exhausted tone as I finally leave this accursed ship. Every time I went out of my room, that familiar looking kid would shout and try to attack me for no reason whatsoever, well there was definitely a reason, I mean I stole his ticket and his parents must have had to buy a new him a new one. Luckily it doesn't seem like his parents realised, probably thinking he lost it. He must have been trying to put the blame on me, even if his parents shouted at him, to think he would try to kill me with an actual weapon. "Even as a kid he was worthless, Seriously, I mean I let him hit me for dramatic effect but still, that was setting a bad example. Well it was my fault, if I hadn't been pretending it was some comical skit every time he accused me of stealing his pass, I wouldn't have had to do that. If I didn't though they might have believed him and I would be arrested for theft….."Haaah…He's lucky I only bopped him on the head with a spoon" I sigh to myself, stretching my arms and putting the memory out of my mind as I look around the city we had docked in.
"Argus…."
Hope you liked the show! I really wanted to do this chapter, keep an eye out for the boy too, he might be important later on Wink Wink. BTW Ira was leaner than the other boy, just meaning he his muscles were more compact, with no excess fat or muscles. The brawnier boy however had the excess. In contrast to Ira's maximize strength without losing any agility, the brawny kid was strength all the way; that kind of thing. But they are still young, so it just looks like a skinny boy against a larger boy atm.
Fun Fact: When I was choosing a name for Weiss' mother I chose Willo because of Will'o'wisps, I just recently found out that the placeholder name fans give to Weiss' mother is Willow, what a coincidence.
Anyway, thanks for reading.