Landkarte knew something was amiss when Ea held his right upper arms tightly and winced in pain. Even though Ea didn't admit it, he knew that it has been hurt somehow or by someone; he just need to figure out who did it and when or where it happened.
But the problem was… how?
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Their Daily Lives
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Genre: Friendship – Family
Rate: T
Warning: hints of bullying theme in this chapter, yandere!Landkarte goes berserk, and some OCs.
Disclaimer: 07-Ghost belongs to Yukino Ichihara and Yuki Amemiya. Still. #facepalm
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Story 21
Know the Rules
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"Hey, Krowell?"
"What?"
"Did you realize something amiss has happened?"
Krowell closed his book and stared at Landkarte blankly. "What kind of 'something amiss'?"
"Well…" Landkarte sighed deeply before continuing, "…don't you ever see Ea winced in pain before, every time he touched his right upper arm?" said the light-haired teen while pointing at his own arm. His face darkened. Seeing that, one had to be very careful when talking with him; just like what Krowell was doing now. The silver haired teen's eyes narrowed when he realized that Landkarte was right. "…I do. And since a week ago, if I remember it well."
"Specifically, please? Ea won't talk to me about it."
"After P.A class, maybe? After he returned from the locker room, he kept holding his right arm as if he was going to lose it…"
"…got it. After P.A class a week ago, at locker room. Did he return with someone else?"
"No. He was alone, since you were doing your cleaning duty that time. But I saw a group of student from the neighboring class chuckled behind him, and he looked angry—"
"That's it! Thank you very much, Krowell! I know those guys—"
"—those who've done a prank on you last year and got an accident an hour later," said Krowell, continuing Landkarte's speech after he cut it innocently. While Landkarte nodded happily, the youngest of three siblings muttered softly, "And I wonder who've put some shattered glasses on their desk back then."
Landkarte chose not to answer that one.
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"Excuse me~"
The group, who was having a talk right before Landkarte came, turned their head into Landkarte's direction. They became horribly scared when they felt a dark, gloomy aura was spreading fast from the light-haired teen's back. One of them attempted to run, but a knife—whose origin remained a mystery for them—almost stabbed his forehead if his friend didn't pull him on time.
"It has been a long time since we've our last conversation, isn't it?" said Landkarte casually, playing with his pocket knives as if they're only made from plastic, not a real one like the one which was still stuck on the wall. "What do you want from us! We didn't disturb you anymore, did we?!" Landkarte chuckled when his schoolmate said that; he still didn't know how to play with Landkarte Reuen*, did he? "Well, you didn't disturb me anymore—that's true…"
Someone was gulping in fear when Landkarte's face darkened suddenly.
"…but, you know, one of my friends—my best friend, who've lived with me since we're toddlers—has been hurt by someone. Or a group. He has been in pain for a week, and I remember it well that he didn't fall or having an accident in P.A class." He threw another knife at the wall, right beside the border of window and next to a cowering boy's head. "So, may I ask you politely now…" Another knife was thrown again, this time on the wall on top of another boy's head. "…who, between all of you, is the one who hurt him?"
No one dared to speak.
And so the dragon was awaken again, along with the psychotic smirk that appeared on Landkarte's lip.
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Far away from their place, Eve stared at his boyfriend with a question mark on her head. Krowell (or Ayanami, like what Landkarte and Ea called him frequently) was closing his eyes, praying so deeply until he didn't realize that Eve and Kurena has spent ten minutes just for watching him. If Ea didn't poke him on his shoulder, one could only wonder for how long he would stay like that.
"What're you doing just now, Krowell?" asked Eve, as curious as children would do when they saw something strange. "Praying for those boys' safety. I just got a feeling that a certain dragon is going berserk now."
Ea's amethyst eyes widened. "Those boys… Did you just talk about the group of delinquent from the next class?"
"Who else?"
"…somehow, Krowell, I have a feeling that you've told him about 'that'."
"He just asked me. And I have no right to refuse. He is your friend, after all."
Ea face palmed; first, because it was his habit when he saw something like this and second, he was covering the blush on his face so that nobody would laugh at him now.
Not when some people were about to be massacred by a yandere housemate of his.
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"First rule: you hurt me once, I'll hurt you twice than that—remember it, you morons!"
Ea stared at the crowd calmly with imaginary sweats hanging behind his head. From this window, he could see everything clearly—including Landkarte's mentor mode who was 'teaching' the delinquents about the rules when they're 'playing' with him.
"Second one: you hurt my friend, I'll hurt you and your friends!"
This one stabbed Ea right on his head—with imaginary arrow, of course. Landkarte would never throw anything at him in his life.
"Third: if you ever broke my or my friends' bone, I'll crush yours and your friends' too!"
And this one stabbed Ea deeper than the second one.
"Fourth, and the last rule: if you ever dare to kill my friends, be prepared for something worst than death—"
"—just like what they're doing now," Krowell muttered softly from Ea's left side with bored eyes. How many times he has seen this scenery before? Once, twice, thrice?
While Krowell and Ea watched the delinquents ran around the soccer field wearing their boxers only, Eve and the other girls whispered with blushes on their face. The other boys were making mental notes for themselves, and try to memorize all the rules so that they wouldn't have to do the same things with the poor delinquents now.
On the soccer field, Landkarte smirked naughtily.
Nothing ever made him this satisfied than seeing someone's pride degraded this cruelly.
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The end.
A/N:
* Landkarte Reuen: I don't know what's his real name, but I do know his real family name. So I mixed them up and this name was made. Sorry, Landkarte. #headbow
Okaay… So this one was made when I was thinking of my friends, who was always get blamed for everything she didn't do because of her current classmates. If only I were you, Landkarte… (TAT)
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Guest: Err, sorry. I do accept requests and I know Kagerou Days, but I don't think I can write it as one of the chapters… Do you mind if I make it as a separated story? As oneshot, maybe? Tell me if you do or not; I'll try to make it later. Thanks for reviewing, by the way, and nice to meet you. (^_^)v
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