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A moment later, [Taichi] (Inaba) lightly elbowed [Inaba] (Taichi).

“So tell me. Is Fujishima always this bitchy toward you?”

“Yeah... Ever since that day me and Nagase first switched bodies.”

“Guess I can’t blame her, since [you] technically felt her up and all... Plus, I get the sense she plays for the other team, so maybe she has a crush on Iori. I mean, she walked in on a cute, innocent girl fondling her chest in private... So yeah, maybe she sees you as competition. Oh man, that’s kind of hilarious, actually...”

“No, it really isn’t!”

Ahead of them, Fujishima turned on her heel sharply.

“Can I borrow you for a moment, [Yaegashi-kun]?”

“Sure, wh—” [Inaba] (Taichi) responded reflexively.

“Need me for something?” [Taichi] (Inaba) cut in loudly, elbowing [Inaba] (Taichi) sharply in the ribs. [He] strode over to Fujishima, then turned and mouthed “Moron!” in [Inaba’s] direction.

That was dangerously close... It was proving hard not to respond on instinct whenever someone called his name... And Inaba was a lifesaver for stepping in like that. As far as he was concerned, she had more than earned the right to nag the rest of them.

“Something’s been on my mind lately, so I’m just going to cut right to the point. What’s going on between you and Nagase-san?”

“Wha...?!” [Inaba] (Taichi) yelped in surprise.

The question was ridiculously blunt, especially with a third party present. Fujishima Maiko was not to be underestimated.

“You two were all over each other today... and you stole her from me the other day as well...”

“Not sure what you expect me to say,” [Taichi] (Inaba) hesitated. [He] glanced back over [his] shoulder—then [his] eyes lit up with a sudden idea.

“Definitely something heterosexual, though!”

Oh my god.

#kokoro connect

At the foot of the steps to the gallows, they untied his hands. The poet nonchalantly scratched his ass and without hesitation began to climb the steps. One of the steps creaked suddenly and began to sag. Dandelion barely managed to keep his balance. “Damn!” He exclaimed. “This needs to be fixed! You’ll end up killing someone with these stairs! That would be a disaster!” Once Dandelion reached the gallows, two of the executioner's henchmen in leather vests grabbed him.

#text #the witcher

The ballad recounted the story of a certain witcher and of a certain poet: the circumstances of their encounter at the seaside, amid the squalling of the gulls; their mutual love at first sight; the sincerity of their love; their indifference toward a death that could not destroy this love nor separate them.

Dandelion knew that few would believe the story told by the ballad, but he didn't care: one writes a ballad for the emotion it conveys.

Dandelion could have changed, some years later, the content of that ballad to reflect the truth. He did not. The true story was indeed moving. Who would hear, indeed, that the witcher and the poet parted and never saw each other again? That four years later, Little-Eye died of smallpox in Vizima during an epidemic? That Dandelion carried her body in his arms far from the funeral pyres burning away in the city, alone and quiet, into the forest, and buried with her, according to her wishes, two objects: her lute and the azure pearl with which she was never parted.

No, Dandelion kept the first version of his ballad, but he never sang it again. Not ever, for anyone.

#text #the witcher