So I was browsing through the comments, which led me to browse through the published chapters.. And oh my gosh!;; I haven't realized the unfinished sentences and all the errors I needed to fix.
Ouch. Wish had an edit button so I could fix the sh-t. .O;;
Sorry about it, haha. I'll try to revise it before I sumbit it this time. Please excuse the inconvience and the awful grammar. I'm sorry you had to suffer through so much, ahahaha.
(btw, thank you Lathya for the tip, i appreciate it)
This chapter took me a while to type up. I pressed the save button, but then it just refreshed the page and I had to type it all again.
Anyway, that was off topic..
"Yumiko, can you please pass the sugar?"
Road Kamelot's room and the place where Yumiko had left Kanda in earlier had a lot in common in comparison. On the ceiling strung hundreds of colorful thread. Each one had a shining paper star dangling from the ends of it. The walls were painted darkly, emphasizing and contributing to the calm celestial atmosphere. Bright glow in the dark neon colors were thrown at the door- a red exit sign would be very much unnecessary. The floor boards were probably stripped from a dark oak tree while the comfortable woolly-skinned rug sprawled across the ground was torn off from a poor cute sheep. Sitting atop of the sheep skin were four stout chairs and a table. There was a fine set of dish ware.
It was a tea party.
Originally, Road intended on inviting only one person: Tykki Mikk. However, the invitation allowed him to bring along one guest with him.
Tykki never did take a liking to the brunch-time activities, so he dragged Yumiko after dressing her up for the occasion. He struck a deal with her:
Come with him and go back to Kanda, or come with him to Road's dinner party and go back to a dead Kanda.
It was a close decision, but she decided to go with the first option.
Yumiko was dressed in a Lolita inspired cloth. The styling resembled Baroque fashion very much. The colors of the fabric chosen were mute but sophisticated and nonetheless, made an outspoken statement. The heels of her shoes had an intricate design, and the silver buckled belt pattern was definitely eye-catching. Her stocking covered legs hovered just above the soft sheep skinned rug as she hummed an English folk song. The empire waist of her dark blouse and the hemline of her buttoned aristocratic coat were sewn thoughtfully and carefully.
She wore no make up, because "her face was pretty enough. An addition of cosmetics would ruin her natural image."- Quote and unquote by Tykki Mikk. And no matter how much she denied it, Tykki knew it was true. She was beautiful, and that was what stood out most from her image. The clothes were entrusted to her body in order to bring her beauty out. And in the end, that trust was true.
Her silhouette had changed dramatically.
She was now a woman of everlasting class.
"Well, yes," replied Yumiko, avoiding any possible eye contact with Road, "I can."
"Oh, I apologize dearly, Miss Redway," Road said, her every word dripping with a heavy dose of annoyance, "May you please pass the sugar?"
"Of course, Miss Kamelot," Yumiko responded, leaning over to hand the little girl some sugar.
"Thank you," replied Road, her effortlessly sounding sweet.
They were playing a game- Tykki unknowingly being the referee.
Yumiko and Road were opposing each other. No rules should be spoken.
Every girl knows how to play: attacks should be done in discreet.
Yumiko glanced at her petite spoon enviously.
Road had the cute pink bunny head at the end of her spoon. Yumiko was stuck with the ugly duckling with a huge overbite.
.. Little brat... Oh well, beggars can't be choosers.
She was thankful that Road at least didn't give her a plain plastic one, but the ducky was giving her an eyesore.
Yumiko took a sip from her cracked china tea cup.
"Bitch," She heard Road mumble as she violently dumped three heaping teaspoons of sugar with her bunny into her pretty cup.
"Road," Tykki warned without looking up from his cup. He had the butterfly spoon, but didn't use it much often.. Maybe he wished he could have gotten the bunny too.
It was all a mystery to Yumiko. It was strange, the way thick glasses man operated.
She looked over to her neighbor. It was a stuffed animal- a cute little ram with its cute little horns curling over. Aww.
He made the horrible time worthwhile.
'How are you doing today Mr Ram?' Yumiko asked cheerfully, raising her cracked cup to him.
'I'm doing quite fine today, Mrs Kanda. How is your husband doing?' She mentally answered for him, failing to mimic a voice of a real man in her head.
"So Miss Redway," Road began with her fake-cuteness, "You aren't Asian, are you?"
"No, I'm not," Yumiko said quickly, hoping to get back to her conversation with Mr Ram.
'Apologies, Mr Ram, for the interruption. She's a rude little devil isn't she? And oh, my husband is doing wonderful!' Yumiko smiled to herself as she sipped her cup of Grey Earl. It tasted horrible, mostly because Road made it that way, but she did her best not to complain, 'But you know, I'm afraid that his sugar level is too low.'
The ram gasped, 'But that's dangerous! How will you ever get him to refill his sugar level?'
Yumiko pouted, and looked up at the looming paper stars and replied back to him, 'Maybe I should give him his daily dose of gumdrops- Mouth to mouth?'
Suddenly, she felt the heat rising up in her cheeks. Oh dear, that was too perverted of her.
'I'm sorry Mr Ram,' She closed her eyes tightly, smacking herself mentally, 'I believe that you are a bad influence, good day!'
"Yumiko?" Tykki fished her out of her thoughts. She was waist-deep into it until he came along.
"What?" She blinked confusingly, "What is it?"
"I asked," Road said, she was sounding a bit impatient, "Why is your given name Japanese?"
"My mother was fond of Asian culture," Yumiko replied hastily, stirring the ducky spoon faster.
"But your step brother-"
"Mr Redway who was part Japanese and part European, so in turn, so was Hiroshi," She said, spilling some tea on the pricey sheep skin. Poor sheep, were you related to Mr Ram by any chance? Does soft wool run in your family?
Road noticed the slight stains on the snow-white wool, but the smile stayed on like Kanda's attitude.. if that makes any sense.
"I see," Road nodded, "Hiroshi was the one you killed."
Her tone shook. The menacing little girl was getting excited.
"You're a murderer," She whispered, and then pushed her chair back to cackle. The bunny spoon flew out of her hands and into the unknown corners of the universe.
"I'm not a murderer," Yumiko corrected her.
"Then, just what are you?" scoffed Road, rolling her eyes, "Miss Redway?"
Yumiko stayed quiet. She had to come up with a smart answer, or Road would have the last laugh. She couldn't let her do that. She couldn't throw this insult out the window like she did with the other people. No, she had to confront this one head-on.
For the first time at the tea party, Yumiko looked up to stare at Road in the eyes- her cat like, beaming eyes. Road smirked, sensing that tears would be streaming down Yumiko's cheeks any moment now.
"I'm a magician," Yumiko said, and took a sip of her tea, "I'm a magician who made an honest mistake, and I was forgiven."
A tear speedily slid down her chin and into the cup of Grey Earl. And surprisingly, it made the drink.. taste a bit better than it had been.
Tykki glanced at Road, and quickly looked down and smirked.
For once, Road Kamelot's smile cracked at the edges.
Score one for Yumiko.