Welcome back to my story "A Powerful Ancient Dragon" or APAD or that's-what-I-wanted-to-call.
Chapter Three
Stupid, Baka and... Sleep Well?
I can't sleep.
Those three words always roamed my mind. My consciousness was eating me and making me feel the foreign shiver down my dragon spine. The feeling of determined despair clouded literally around me as I tried to adjust my position on my planty nest.
I can't sleep.
I can't sleep.
I can't sleep.
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"Booo, I don't like to sleep here, it's itchy..."
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SAID BY A BRAT WHO'S MAKING ME LOSE MY EGO?! WHA- WHAT IN THE NAME OF TRUE DOS IS EGO ANYWAY?!
(It is 'Egoistic Grand Odor', or should I say)
I have an odor?! B-But I always take a shower! Should the brat died already if my hair smells like a hundred kilometer trash of puddings? But, more importantly, what IS 'ego' there's another 'ego' there in that set of words or whatever. I'm a dragon, how the hell am I supposed to guess what human does and gives meaning into it.
(Go to school, dumb kid)
I SWEAR I WILL KILL YOU SOMEDAY!
I look over at the whining brat. There, a few paws away is another much smaller nest than mine. On it was a puffed cheeks little girl who's crossing her arms at me.
She dares give me that look! I already let her stayed inside my bedroom AND don't forget that she slept on my damn hair! This cannot be happening! My manliness was fading away because of this brat. Ahhh! Please don't run away!
The 'Brat''s POV... (That's third-looking-thing you dummy! – Ram)
She watched the dragon reached out in the air as if he was trying to catch something.
She pouted when she notice he wasn't focusing on her again.
Back to Feudor, the 'Secret Boss', the Ancient Dragon, the blah blah...
Silence! Or I'll burn you like a crisping leaf and stomped on you like a worn out ragdoll!
(Oh please do)
Why you-?!
"Mr. Dragon, look at me!"
Heh? I got lost in mind again as I noticed the little girl was, again, floating in front of me. Specifically, in front of my snout.
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I immediately pulled her off before I lost oxygen and let out a steam of relied. To think that I will die in such a dumb and humiliating way! Oxygen deprivation, that's worse than getting yourself beaten by human!
I calmly looked at the girl whom I was gripping her dress from her back as I put her in my plain view. She was looking at me with tilted head and suddenly put up a two finger, like asking a peace treaty.
Peace treaty? She's a brat who don't know how to write and read how could she run a political business like us Ancient Dragons do?
Enough about that, she seemed to be happy as I looked at her while she gave me a happy but embarrassed look.
"C-Can I sleep on your hair... Mr. Dragon?"
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NO CAN DO!
NOPE! YOU HAVE ENOUGH, BRAT! I'M SO FED UP WITH THIS PAST FEW SECONDS AND I DIDN'T ENJOY MY MEAL BECAUSE YOU'VE MADE ME LOOK FOR A BETTER FOOD AND MADE MY FOOD COLD! I CAN KICK YOU OUT BY NOW IF ONLY I WASN'T COLD HEARTED LIKE MY FELLOW, YOUNGER BEINGS! YOU SHOULD CONSIDER YOURSELF LUCKY, BRAT!
MY HAIR RESOLVES MY NEVER ENDING RESOLUTION OF RESIGNING FROM MY CONTRACT AS A MOB AND THUS GAINED FREEDOM AND PEACE! MY HAIR IS MY INSPIRATION TO STRUGGLE! NOT TO BE SLEEP ON TO BY A HUMAN OF ALL RACES!
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But I guess no matter how many times I got angry over this brat already. My body seemed to move on its own. Instead of saying what my mind should, my body did entirely opposite.
(Sure kiddo, go on)
NAAAAAANNNIIIIIIIIII?!
She laughed merrily as I put her back on my head. I can feel her happily shifting herself on my hair. I silently cried in disdain as I feel that familiar peaceful feeling whenever that brat was on my hair. Her soft body merged with my hair as if they're the same. Uuuh, I'm sorry hair, but hopefully you understand that I tried to do my best.
I can't help but call myself stupid.
The 'Brat''s POV
She looked down on his large (hardly) scary eyes from up his head. She let out a small giggle. "Baka."
Back to the Ancient Dragon's POV
Argh! I felt like someone insulted me and it hit me with a critical strike combined with EXE Drive or drive of a car or whatever those humans saying before performing a kind of series of movements followed by a stronger force. Seriously, do they have to yell out their secret?
As I repositioned myself back on the nest, I prepared myself to be picked up by the dreamland before remembering the brat up my head. With a (forceful) sigh, I positioned my wing over my head while also trying to cover her from the cold and damp room that is my bedroom.
She can be a brat sometimes but I guess there's nothing to be salty over something who didn't even hurt you.
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I mean, she's just a kid, what can she do?
"Goodnight, Mr. Dragon."
"Sleep well..." Brat.