Quill 4 act 4: a glitch?
The door banged open and Bretete jumped up. He ran to the living room and Cyrara was there out of breath.
"What's wrong Cyrara?" Bretete looked past the door. No one was there chasing after him.
"Bretete…" Gasped Cyrara between breaths, "I think I love you."
Bretete stared at Cyrara. Cyrara stared back. No one moved.
"Um, what?" Bretete said. Cyrara blushed deeply.
"Bretete, what I was trying to say-"
"I heard you all right."
"No it's not that- listen!"
"I'm listening."
Cyrara paced. "I was testing to see if this weird invention works. The one that turned me into a pekopon. I was trying to say those words to Roxane before, and for some strange reason, I couldn't."
Bretete sighed. "Well, tell me next time you "test" ok?"
"Sure. Didn't mean to scare you like that." Cyrara said.
"Anyways, did you eat anything yet?" Bretete asked.
"No," Cyrara replied, "I haven't."
"Well, let's get something then! The fridge is empty at the moment," Bretete said, "wait a moment, I've got to put on my pekopon suit." He left the room.
He came back again and they left the room.
Outside, the streetlights turned on and not many people were out. Cyrara pulled his coat a little tighter but it didn't help much against the chilling wind. The two spotted a food stand and stood on line.
"Hey, that was my spot." A blue-haired girl said. She and Cyrara both reached the same spot on the line. Cyrara moved back in line to let her through. She turned around and smirked at Cyrara.
"What's your name anyway?"
"Christian. Yours?"
"You don't know me?" The girl looked surprised for a second. Then her face resumed to smirking, "well, I'm sure you'll know my name at least, I'm Chu."
"Hm, nice to meet you." Cyrara said with a distracted air.
The girl seemed to grow infuriated at this.
"You don't know me?" She asked.
"No. Why should I?" Cyrara answered. Is she another keronian? He thought.
The girl frowned. "Are you living under a rock?" She demanded, "I'm Chu! My concerts are huge sell-outs! My songs are on the radio!"
"I don't really know you." Cyrara replied. He turned around to Bretete who shrugged.
"I think she's a pekopon idol or something, like sumomo." Bretete whispered.
"-maybe, you do live under a rock," the girl, Chu, scoffed, "or you live in some low-down house and are a sociopath like someone I know."
Cyrara spun around. "I'm pretty sure that I'm not a sociopath, and I'm also pretty sure I'm a confident person because I don't flaunt my fame around in people's faces like it's a handkerchief blowing in the wind for all to see."
"Oh yeah, well, If my fame is like a handkerchief then it's made from the rarest material in the world which is my greatness." The girl retorted.
"I'm sorry, I didn't catch that," Cyrara said, "I was too busy watching the leaves blow. Shame they don't last. Hm, it could be a wonderful metaphor for fame. It falls from one tree and grows anew with another."
The girl angrily stomped her foot. She was about to say something but-
"Er, miss. What would you like to order?"
The girl turned around and got some noodles. "You'll be hearing from me again." She threatened and flounced away.
"Cyrara, that was a bad thing to do." Bretete said. "So what," Cyrara said, "I hate it when people try to mess with me. Or try and trick me with their stupid buttons and machines. I'd rather have enemies than friends. The more the merrier."
"Something tells me that that girl's not the only thing you're annoyed about Cyrara."
"A ramen for my friend and nothing for me." Cyrara ordered counting his change. His stomach growled.
"Are you sure?" The girl at the stand smiled, "Your stomach says otherwise. Here, there's some dango on a stick and rice balls." "Take anything you want!" she added.
"Well, if you insist," Cyrara said, "just one dango and, maybe a grape. No! Just one! Thank you."
The girl offered him some sake but Cyrara took water.
"Anything else?" She asked
"Just your hand to kiss." Cyrara replied, "Thank you for your hospitality."
The girl giggled and blushed.
"Seriously, sometimes you go beyond silly." Bretete sighed. Cyrara put down his "meal" and began to eat. "I'm ravenous!- sorry go on." Cyrara said biting into the dango.
"Anyways, Cyrara that girl, even if she is an idol and is stuck-up, she still has power. You don't want to be making enemies with everyone, especially those kind of people. They'll use their influence to hunt you down!"
"Bretete," Cyrara finished his dango, "you insist on pressing this point, so I'll explain again and again. I'll accomplish what I need to by myself. I don't need accomplices, patrons or friendships."
"That's fine but, you don't need to make yourself enemies every time you go on the streets! You've seemed to make even more enemies on pekopon than on keron!"
"Good to hear." Cyrara grinned.
"Why do you like the idea of people hating you? Can't you just be friendly for once?" Bretete asked.
"I know you and this "friendship"," Cyrara started to eat his grape, "I've seen you hanging out on keron with your "friends" I'm not one to be troubled by waving to familiar people on the street. No thank you. I'd rather have the excitement of the intense feeling of hatred as you walk down the street. It makes you stand tall!"
"Y'know, with all this talk of being alone and bitter, I really think that you're worried about confessing your love to her. Maybe you were just scared and there wasn't any glitch." Bretete noted.
"Oh be quiet." Cyrara said finishing his meal.
