Mikachi: Ugh this chapter is going to be hard. I can sense it. Sorry for the long wait! :x
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Fairy Tales
Shizuo awoke to the sound of movement. He tried to remember where he was, but the last thing he could remember was a pair of red eyes…it had to be that woman, Izumi! It's her fault…I'm alone now. Shizuo decided that he needed to attack, but catch her by surprise. He heard the shuffle of footsteps one more time and sat up quickly, but didn't get farther than that, falling back onto the bed. Reaching his hand up to his forehead, he felt bandages. Why would that woman try to help him?
"Well, well, well. Looks like you're awake," The same voice from the forest said. Shizuo looked around, and saw a man standing in the doorway to the small room. He had black hair, pointy ears, and bright red eyes. More disturbing than his eyes, however, was the red imp-like tail coming from his tailbone.
"Where am I? Who are you? Why did you help me?" Shizuo asked, spewing out questions frantically. He looked around, trying to locate his sword as it was not attached to his belt like it should be.
"You are obviously in the treetops of the forest, if you had the brain to look out the window, and my name Izaya. Izaya Orihara," The man said, smirking and walking into the room, his tail swishing behind him, "Your sword is out of reach because I would rather not be injured should you decide I am your enemy."
"Alright, Izaya, why did you help me?" Shizuo asked slowly, getting up from the bed to wash his face in the bucket of water on the floor next to him.
"Because you are the new wielder," Izaya responded casually, as if that was an obvious answer.
"The what?" Shizuo asked once he had finished washing his face and hands.
"The new wielder. You have been chosen by the Sword of Kuron, so therefore I must stay by your side and aid you in any quest you may choose to pursue. Like killing the witch, Izumi," He stated, walking over and sitting on the floor in front of Shizuo.
"How did you know about her? And what do you mean, the Sword of Kuron? That's just an old fairy tale. Just like fairies, dwarves, elves, dragons, and demons. Fake," Shizuo said, starting to get irritated by Izaya's haughtiness.
"Elves are not fairy tales!" Izaya scoffed indignantly, "I am half elf! I suppose you think imps are fairy tales, too? What a protozoan head."
"What the hell?" Shizuo shouted, his eyes widening, "You're an elf? That's not possible! And imps aren't real, either!"
Izaya stared at Shizuo accusingly, held his tail up next to him, and pointed to it. "You were saying? I will have you know, my mother was an elf and my father was an imp. I will not tolerate racist comments, thank you very much, you idiotic brute."
"Tch, I'm not a brute. I'm starting to believe that you're half imp. I still think the elf part is a lie, though, I don't care how pointy your ears are," Shizuo said, rolling his eyes.
"I have proof. I assume you've heard the legends about elves having nature abilities? Well, see and be shocked, Shizuo," Izaya said, pointing at the window and twirling his finger in swirls, muttering under his breath. Shizuo watched skeptically as a vine grew into the window and carried an apple into Izaya's hand.
"…Alright, fine, you're an elf. You are here to…I don't know, help me kill Izumi or something. All fairy tales are real. I give up, I can't argue with what I just saw," Shizuo said, turning to eye Izaya's tail thoughtfully, "But your tail is so weird. It's not even scales, and why does it look like an arrow?"
Shizuo reached out and got about an inch from Izaya's tail when Izaya suddenly noticed and back-flipped across the room.
"Don't. Touch. The. Tail," He said, his voice dripping anger.
"Jeez, fine. You afraid I'm going to break it or something? You looked pretty scared when you flipped away. I was just curious," Shizuo said, putting his hands in the air defensively.
"Just do me a favor and stay away from my tail. Got it? I would tell you why, but it's imp code or something. And you really don't need to know," Izaya said, sighing, "Well, now that we've established that I will be with you for a while, and I don't think you have anywhere to go," He eyed Shizuo for any objections but continued when he didn't sense any, "This is your new home. Granted we won't be here for a while once we leave on this oh-so-fun sounding journey."
"I'm going to be staying with you? You aren't exactly fun to be around. And you smell weird," Shizuo said, wrinkling his nose.
"I don't smell! How could you even smell me from across the room? And in case you haven't noticed, you're very rude. You think that makes people like you?" Izaya said angrily, stomping until he was standing in front of Shizuo.
"I don't care if that makes people like me, I'm used to it. I was always an outcast in the village. All I had was my…family…" He trailed off, looking down so that his hair covered his eyes.
"…Look, the sooner you defeat the witch the sooner you feel better. We should set off to find her soon. But only once you feel better," He said, shifting from foot to foot, not knowing what to do. Izaya gingerly placed a hand on Shizuo's head, ruffling the man's hair.
"Yeah, thanks. I should be good to go tomorrow…" Shizuo said, half smiling at Izaya.
Mikachi: So…not sure what I wanted to accomplish in this chapter…but our adventurers set off in the next chapter! Insert cheesy old movie background voice here…