Blithe Verday's Story

Aki felt his attention start to escape from the situation when the stranger did nothing but place spoonfuls of whatever it was into his mouth. It didn’t make things better that he ate in such an attention-grabbing way, with the spoon flipped upside-down with every bite. His eyes looked at it, as he hopped on one foot closer to the dessert. ‘Darn it, this darn little kid. What is he doing staying so far away from that interesting dessert?’ But strain as he might, Aki could get no closer to the dessert. Reaching out one hand forlornly in that direction, he was busy stretching towards the dessert. He got a whiff of it too - it seemed like something fruity. Maybe cherries? He took another deep breath, and nearly sighed with annoyance. ‘Nuts. Nuts and cherries don’t go very well together.’

“Late. But fortunately for you, I’m in a good mood - this Amerstall is delicious,” the stranger chimed, before continuing to eat the NutandFruitDessert as though taunting him. With a glower in his direction, not as though he could see it, Aki wet his lips in preparation for making a grand entrance. ‘Wait… was it - Cherry Time? No, that wasn’t it. Maybe, Stop Eating that Dessert In Front of Me While I Can See?’ He bit his lip, while sitting on the ground with a pout on his face as he ran through various combinations of possible phrases. ‘Be Quiet and Let Me Talk… uh…’

Getting that dessert was more important. He vaguely noted that some other people had walked into the meeting, maybe they were having some meeting for boring people, or something. There were so many things that they could be doing other than watching a stranger eat something in front of him. The stranger stopped eating, but Aki could still smell the sweet, slightly honey-like smell that pervaded throughout the air. He must not be done and saving it for me.’ Quickly, a smile made its way on Aki’s face and his thinking became more frenzied. ‘I’m not bored anymore… You should go put on a show… for my entertainment.’ But at this point, none of the phrases he could think of seemed to work.

He watched with slightly detached eyes as the stranger pulled out a scythe and used it to threaten the fellow students. ‘This is the weirdest excuse of a club that I’ve ever seen. What do they do? Get threatened by Mister Scythey here after being teased with food?’ It was then that something finally clicked inside his mind. “Ah, now you’re being interesting!” He stated with a triumphant smirk, before his form flickered into view. “Hey, Scythey-boy, are you going to finish that NutandFruitDessert or not? I can still smell it quite well, or are you going to share and be useful for once?” He stood up, before stepping closer to the stranger, carefully ignoring the sharp edge of the scythe as he did so.

“It’s bad manners to hog all of it for yourself,” he stated to the strange mask-wearing person. “Ah, don’t say that you want to be known as a jerk - that’s just stupid and boring.” He stepped closer to the dessert, before picking up the spoon to place some of the cold stuff inside his mouth. He promptly spat it out. “What is this? Apricot?” He turned to glare at the stranger, with a frown on his face. “Come on, you didn’t have the common sense to pick something better than apricot? You’re about as useless as a cherry tree that just grows flowers and no cherries. Apricots are too close to the taste of honey, and therefore, it’s too sweet. No - you would be better off with cherries, of course. Cherries.”

He threw the spoon behind his shoulder, before turning his attention to the metal package with the clear lock. His eyes brightened, and he threw the white scarf over his shoulder, before stretching one arm towards it. “Lemme have that,” he ordered with a grin. “Is it a present?”

Aki stayed there, one hand reaching imperiously for the box as he barely noticed that two of the StupidClubMembers had ended up leaving. No, it didn’t concern himself. The clear lock seemed to be taunting him when it didn’t make its way into his hands, ready to give up all of its secrets. Then, a hand appeared out of nowhere and snatched the package away from Mister Scythey.

‘Idiot SnatchingHand.’ His golden eyes narrowed as he twirled around on the ball of his foot - to see the owner of this hand. It was a shorter girl with the annoyingest brown hair. “No, presents aren’t made for people that rudely interrupt someone else. Hasn’t your mother taught you any manners?” AppearingHandGirlie said as though attempting to explain her own actions. How annoying - it seemed as though all of these people decided that they no longer wanted to listen to the only important person in the entire city - no, world. Himself. He continued to hold one hand out, waiting for her to get through with her little rebellion and finally hand him the package. That’s all she existed for anyways.

But no~ She wanted to become the hub of the wheel as well. She, even more stupidly, tucked the interesting present into her pocket - and he stepped forward, threatening. He stood there for a second, barely registering the fact that she was getting smaller and smaller.

“Come on, girlie, gimme that already. There’s no point in having a box - it only exists to be opened by me,” he ordered again, before realizing that the AppearingHandGirlie was trying to leave, without even attempting to tell him what the present was - or even better, simply handing the present over to him. He leapt into the air, before curling into a ball, and bounded over the head of the girl. Landing on the ground in a crouch, he stood up, before opening his palm upwards, in preparation for summoning his spear. “Unless you want to see just what color your insides are - you know, they’re probably not the perfect shade of cherries. Probably… crimson?”

“What did I say about pests?” said a familiar voice coldly. “Divine Retribution.”

Aki looked upwards, to see Scythey-boy pointing his scythe at him with cold violet eyes. “Wait. What?” he exclaimed, before a black mass of something shot towards him. With a muffled curse, his hand glowed slightly, and after a few seconds, there was an ornate spear in his hand. But - that was a few seconds too late.

The black projectile flew straight to its mark and hit the bone of his shoulder. His hand flew up to the wound, and his hands felt a liquid oozing out from there. “Hey, Scythey-boy, what was that for?” he asked, as something red gleamed between his fingers, before a few drops of blood hit the ground. He gave it a glance, before a petulant frown made its way over his expression.

“No, no, this -.”

“Divine.”

“won’t -.”

“Retribution.”

“Wait for me to finish, Scythey.” He murmured in annoyance, before pointing the tip of his spear towards the black mass that was shooting towards him again. Both hands were placed about a shoulder’s width apart, and his right foot inched forward slightly. The point of the spear jerked upwards, as he pushed forward at the incoming projectile. The black mass divided itself around his spear, and continued to come speeding in his direction. “Shoot,” he said, before rushing out the door.

But even as fast as he pumped his arms and legs, he couldn’t outrun the black mass. It slammed into his back, and he stumbled forwards, out of the room. He looked around, before sprinting forward, towards the alleyway in the back. The breath was knocked out of him, when he crashed into the rough brick walls, leaving a smear of red blood. He slowly turned around, making sure to keep the wound on his back from touching the grimy surface behind him. After all, he didn’t care what happened, as long as it didn’t hurt.

Aki stood there in wait, waiting for someone to appear there for him to take refuge in their shadow. His golden eyes narrowed with annoyance, and he frowned, sulkily. His breath came in short, shallow breaths, and he let the tip of his spear to drag on the ground. Really, he really hated to be hurt. One hand dug through his pockets, looking for a painkiller or something of the like. A look of mirth crossed his face, as his hand retreated out of his pocket - a smashed cherry in his hand. Aki then popped the red fruit in his mouth, and closed his eyes in enjoyment of the taste.