Hello everyone! Please read and review. Um… It would be absolutely wonderful to have advice and stuff! XD oh and I'm sorry if there are errors, :3 I'm not perfect at writing, so yeah…
Thanks! Oh and do you want humour in it? Or is it better without it?
The bristly-bearded man hissed at Miku. Venomous glares shot out of his sharp eyes like a thousand daggers. "Do you want a fight, girl?" He snarled.
The tealette smiled innocently. "What are you saying? I am simply telling you to pick on someone your own size… sir." She added at the end to resume being polite.
"Own size?" He threw his head back, laughing. "If I did that, I would not be alive right now."
She stepped in front of the blonde boy, her body shielding him from the adult's view. "It is extremely shameful for a middle age dagger bearer like you to attack a 13 year old. Do you not agree?"
He furrowed his bushy eyebrows. "Fine then." He snapped. "Do you want to take his place?"
Miku gently ushered the boy further behind her. Her grip on the hilt of her sword tightened. "Sir, if you wish for a battle, then please head to the arena. There are more than capable opponents there."
He rolled his eyes, his daggers gleaming under the sunlight. It appeared awfully intimidating. Of course, he did that to deliberately strike fear into his foes before a battle. "I don't want a battle," he jabbed a finger towards the blonde child's direction, "I want his blood and death!"
"I do not understand, sir." She let out a sigh. "What did he do that have possibly earned such hatred?"
"None of your business." He snarled. "Mind your own business!"
She stabbed her weapon into the ground for support. "Sir, please be reasonable and consider your own dignity."
"Move out of the way, flat chested girl!"
"Please listen –"
She stopped, immobilized for a fleeting moment to process the words that hurled out of his mouth.
…
…What?
… Did he just call her a flat chested girl…?
There was a short silence. The crowd all stared blankly at him, shocked by his blatant words. She blinked. Her eyebrows furrowed down into a frown as the corner of her lips slowly twitched up dangerously. "Um… what… did you just say?"
He bared his crooked teeth. They were stained with a foul stench from years of lack of cleaning. "I said get the heck out of my sight, girl with no chest that makes her look like a man–"
He never finished his sentence as Miku glided with lightning speed. She jumped in front of him, her face only inches away from his. He yelped as she sliced her sword through the air. The emerald jewel that decorated on the quillon block of her weapon gleamed. He stumbled back, missing him by a hair's breadth. Quickly, he scrambled away, putting as much distance as he could between them. Then he positioned himself and drew out his daggers.
"Are you trying to kill me here?" He hissed as he crouched down.
She smiled like an angel, though anger seethed out of her skin evidently. "Oops, my bad, my hand somehow just moved on its own."
He lunged forward. "I will not show any mercy on you!"
"Oh no," her voice rang out melodically, "my body is moving by itself again."
With that, Miku pounced, clanging metal against metal. A resonating ring pierced through the air. She jumped back, preparing for the next attack. The man plunged again, slashing his weapons. He aimed for a blow against her hips. She blocked it. He swung for her head. She dodged it by a mile. He growled with annoyance for he was frustrated on how all his moves were useless.
"Don't look down on me!" he screamed, slashing randomly. "Attack I tell you! Attack! Don't just dodge!"
"As you wish, sir," a breath escaped her mouth, "...here I come."
"Don't think you are all powerful. I am the strongest avenger –"
She twirled around, ramming back of the hilt against his shins. He howled as pain scorched through his whole leg. He fell on his knees. The daggers flew out of his hands, scattering everywhere. She snatched for his left arm and binds it behind his back with incredible strength. After, she swung gracefully and stopped when her sword was an inch from his neck.
He trembled with fear and shock. A single drop of sweat trickled down his cheek.
The tealette smiled in satisfaction. She leaned forward, her mouth near from his ear. "Sir, if you cannot defeat even a 'woman'," she pressed her 'Megumi' – the sword – closer, slicing a layer of his skin, "then do not bother to talk about being the world's strongest avenger."
"I-I'm sorry," he squeaked. "Please spare me."
"I shall unless you apologise to that boy."
A drop of fresh blood slithered down his neck. "B-but–"
"Say it."
His gaze flickered to the blonde boy. His body shivered. "I-I'm sorry. I should n-not have done that. Please a-accept my a-apology."
"Good boy." Miku pushed him away. She leaped away, sheathing her 'Megumi'.
Using this opportunity, the bearded man gathered his fallen comrade and sprinted away, leaving nothing but his daggers and a small breeze. The crowd all gaped at her, stupefied. The girls that once admired the group of men stormed off in rage. The tealette cracked her fingers to relax herself after the fight.
Jerks, she muttered in her head, how could they insult my perfect bust size?
Noticing the kid whom she saved staring at her, she hurried to him. His face was expressionless, incomprehensible. She saw that he wore a pair of grey pants and black boots. He appeared cute, vulnerable and remarkably innocent—especially with those large round eyes that glistened with a special type of blue on her.
"Hey, are you alright? Did you get hurt anywhere?" She grinned.
He shook his head, some of his luminous hair slipping out of his ponytail.
She sighed in relief. "Be careful from now on, alright?" She rustled his hair playfully, a little taken back by how soft it was. He was only a head shorter than she was. "Do not go aggravating big adults, they are best to be avoided."
He nodded. And definitely never criticize on a women's bust size.
Then Miku held out a hand. "My name is Miku, what is yours?"
He revealed a pair of pale arms under his long brown hood that reached down to his waist. He shook her hand, but did not answer back.
Confusion swept across her. Never once did he say a word, even when the bearded man threatened him. She had only come to the scene of the fight after she heard a painful cry and a toppling of a skinny body. She did not see who injured that person. Perhaps he did not want to talk… or maybe he could not. It could be that his mother taught him never to chat with strangers.
Her eyes instantly softened. A mother? Oh how much she wanted her parents to be right now. What a great mother he has if that were to be true.
She smiled sadly. "Well, have a nice day."
He nodded once more, his face still impassive. She waved and left, leaving him to watch her with sky-blue eyes. When she was out of the vision for an ordinary human, he glanced down at his shaken hand. He clenched it into a ball of fist. Then he gazed into the distance once more.
What a strange human, he thought to himself. With all my 999 years that I have lived through, this is the very first time meeting with someone like that.
He blinked, and then turned around. His brown hood flowed up in the air as he proceeded towards the city's exit.
It would be nice to meet her again. He said in his mind as a sweet scent drifted by.
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Little did he know that the thought then would agonise him later on in his life and that very meeting would offer him suffering – a pain he never experienced before and would probably never have if it were not for her.
That is the end for this chapter. I hope that you enjoyed it. I'm making it not as long as my first chapter so that people won't get bored. Oh and please review and reply. Thanks! XD. Oh and please don't worry, they'll be meeting very soon, again :3
If you did not understand what a quillon block is, it is a part on a sword that is above the grip. It is sometimes decorated with different kind of patterns, such as skeletons or skulls.