Extra VI - Khalid the Bastard
Mikah sat down and wrote down on her diary while Marcus slept.
Due to some… unexpected disputes. I felt that this entry was necessary.
I admit it, I made friends with a Muslim, and accidentally made him fall for me. How did this happen? It was only a year ago, I was already well-versed into talking with customers. And that was when I received a strange request.
Mikah combed her hair in front of the mirror, she was ready for another day of being the counter lady. She had to dress her best to attract more customers, so she had to maintain her good looks.
"Mikah?" Anna called out. "Could you come down here?"
"Yes Anna?" Mikah asked, climbing down.
"Could you show our dear guest around town?" Anna said while gesturing to the man next to her.
The man himself was tall, about a foot taller than Mikah and he wore Moorish armor. Mikah could tell that he was Muslim so felt a bit wary of him.
"Why does he need our help?" Mikah asked.
"I need to earn money." The man said in a heavy Arabic accent. "Please, if you have any thing for me to do."
"Oh, you speak very good English!" Mikah praised. "Who are you and how did you learn the language?"
"I am Khalid al-Mulawwith; I was a diplomat and a warrior." The man pointed out. "I have made dealings with English before."
"Errr… Don't you mean English-speakers?" Anna asked.
Mikah saw it fit to push Khalid outside, she didn't want Anna to know of Europe just yet. She stretches up and down and then asks Khalid.
"Okay Khalid! To get you a job; what are your skills first?" Mikah asked. "I keep track of a lot of jobs here, so do tell me what you can do."
"I'm a talented speaker and fighter, I have no skills in housework but smithing and pottery are manageable."
Mikah put a finger on her chin as she thought of a good place for Khalid to work in.
"A local company of mercenaries is looking for an extra blade in their company. Provided, that's if you think you have the skill.
"What are other good options?" Khalid asked.
"We'll visit other places, and while we're walking, why don't you tell me a little more about yourself?"
Mikah had heard Khalid's side of the story and it was tragic. Khalid was born of an Italian soldier and an Arabian whore. His name meant "Forever the bastard", and she knew that it didn't mean anything good. She then hears of how he was taken in by a secret society, the Hashashin and was trained to be one of the most feared warriors. He was then placed as the Sultan's right hand man to deal with the Crusaders, something that only ended in the destruction of his home. She places a hand on his shoulder.
"Look at the bright side, you're safe now here in Ylisstol." she said in a comforting voice. "You already landed that mercenary job, so you should be able to provide."
She then sees a nearby bench and says.
"Let's sit down for now."
They go inside and sit down. Mikah decides to play her cards right to seal a deal with this customer.
"Have you ever had a wife?" Mikah asked.
Khalid blushed a bit before saying.
"No."
"Shame, I'm surprised someone like you isn't spoken for."
"Well, it was because I had concentrated most of my life in completing diplomatic and military endeavors."
"Well now you have all the time in the world to decide what you want."
They both sit idly before Mikah realizes.
"Oh! I almost forgot!"
She brings out some hot food, a bread with spices and vegetables. It smelled heavenly as she gave it to Khalid.
"Here's some food to signify the start of our new partnership Mister Khalid."
Khalid was pleasantly surprised, this woman had actually bothered to listen to his tale, and not only that, she also made him food that reminded him so much of home. A woman like her was too good to give up. She was a prospective bride and Khalid wanted to see more of her. He sees Mikah stand up.
"Well, I have to go back now. Anna's probably waiting for me."
As Mikah walked away, Khalid asked.
"Will we ever meet again?"
Mikah smiled and said.
"Don't fret, we will soon."
Mikah walks away, unaware that she has more than just a satisfied customer in her hands.
In hindsight, I should have not played with his feelings like that.
Mikah finishes writing and goes back to Marcus, who fell asleep from exhaustion.
"Marcus is my responsibility now."
Let's have some fun Marcus~
Marcus sees Mikah passed out in the bar and tries tapping her to see if she was awake. The bartender says.
"Don't bother, she's out like a dead lamp. Kept rambling about her past sins and crap like that."
"Why does she keep getting drunk like this?" Marcus wondered as he prepared to carry her.
While trying to carry her body, Marcus notices Mikah stir as she woke up.
"Mikah! Are you okay?" Marcus asked out of concern.
"*hic* I am now, you handsome devil you… *hic*"
The bartender and Marcus share a confused look.
"Er, Mikah, are you sure you're okay?"
"Of coursh! *hic* Seeing you like this Marcus, I can finally tell you how I feel…"
Mikah then shambles towards Marcus, nearly tripping over as she fell on Marcus' chest for support.
"Mikah!"
"Heeheehee! *hic* I've fallen for you Marcus…"
Marcus was a bit creeped out by Mikah's drunk personality.
"Let's go home Mikah." he said while pulling her home.
Marcus and Mikah walked through the empty streets of Ylisstol as they find their way back home.
"*hic* Don't you love me too Marcus?"
"Let's keep going." Marcus said, ignoring Mikah's drunken words.
"Why are you *hic* not interested in me?" Mikah asked, stopping Marcus as they both stood still in the streets.
"I did not say that."
"Is it because my breasts are too small?" Mikah blurted out.
"What do breasts have to do with anything?" Marcus asked.
"Here…" Mikah said while unbuttoning her shirt, much to Marcus' horror.
"Whoah, whoah, whoah. Let us not be too hasty right." Marcus said while carefully setting down her hands.
Mikah then grabs Marcus' head and kisses him square in the lips.
"There *hic* now you have my *hic* first kiss."
Marcus was too shocked by Mikah's bold moves, he won't last long if Mikah keeps up with her advances. He hurriedly runs into the house.
"Oooh! *hic* What are we doing now?" Mikah asked with drunken excitement.
Marcus runs to the closet and grabs some rope. He quickly tries to tie Mikah to her bed as she laughed and giggled.
"Are we going to do *hic* like this? I'm excited!"
Marcus carefully ties the knots, but then, Anna comes into the room.
"Hey Marcus, did you—"
Anna pauses to look at Marcus tying up Mikah.
"It is not what it looks like!" Marcus screamed.
"Marcus! *hic* Hurry up! I want to feel good!"
Marcus could only face palm.