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@spooky-kaze
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I shiver on the one I breathe for two I give you what you want I bend the truth And everything’s aflame, it’s all aglow I know that I can play that game, I fool them all
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Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.
Breathing was getting harder. His head was spinning from blood loss. Panic had long set in, and Nezumi was running on pure adrenaline.
You can’t die. You’ve got somebody who needs you. Come on, you have to keep running! Damn it!
The sound of gunshots rang through the street rat’s skull, and his wound stung. He hadn’t heard footsteps aside from his own in a while, and he wondered if he’d lost his pursuers, but he had to keep running. He could not risk making a single mistake; it could mean losing his life.
A twig snapped beneath his shoe, and he flinched before very suddenly turning a corner around a tree.
However, Nezumi’s foot caught on something, or, more accurately, someone, there, and it sent him screaming and sprawling across the forest floor. He tried to move, he had to, but he’d lost too much blood now; he didn’t have the strength.
That didn’t stop him from giving it a shot.
Flailing and scrambling, Nezumi tried to get himself upright. His hands slipped on the damp leaves, his feet slid, and he only ended up back on his face.
“Damn it!” he snarled, slamming his fists down against the ground. “I’m too damn weak! I’m so weak! Damn it!”
His fingers curled into the dirt, and he realized he was crying, his shoulders shaking with the force of his tears. This can’t be happening… Everything was supposed to be fine now…
“Somebody…help me…”
The forest was the only place Kaze could find peace in this world. He felt isolated there, in a good way. The book spread on his lap poured endless information through his eyes, which grew and twisted and rooted into his mind. In fact, Kaze was so engrossed in his book of flowers that he didn’t even notice the scurrying and hampered feet that crunched through the forest, until--
Thunk!
There was a pain in his ankle, but everything faded--or rather, became static--when his eyes met the sight before him. Red burned his eyes and made them sting, and the scent of iron floated to his nose and told him to run. Instinctively, Kaze stood upright, and black spots ate away at his vision. This was all too familiar.
But even so, Kaze slapped the memories out of his mind and refocused his eyes. He didn’t catch a word Nezumi said, but everything in him told him to help.
With a glance at Nezumi’s shoulder, Kaze bit his lip and tore the hem of his dress off. Then, he carefully rolled Nezumi onto his back and tightly wrapped the cloth around his wound before sitting him up.
“U-Um, a-are you okay?”
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“Oh, don’t worry. It’s not like this thing is a real threat–after all, it’s just a man-eating monster.” Pearl whipped out her spear. Then, she pointed it at the beast. “I’ll take care of it right away.”
Kaze had not expected to find another wizard already taking care of today’s monster. But this wizard looked different--she looked more like a knight. And an alien, but Kaze shrugged it off. He’s seen weirder things.
“A-Alright, the monster is all yours. B-But if you need any help, y’know...I’m a wizard, too.” Vines entangled themselves around Kaze’s arms and extended to form a bow with fanged venus flytraps for arrows. The heads snapped and slithered like Medusa’s snakes.
Edward sighed. He felt like a mom with five kids, except ‘she’ was a he and his ‘kids’ were all smushed into one fluffy, over exuberant nut-ball. While nut ball, aka Kaze, disappeared right before his eyes, Ed spoke. “Yeah, yeah. It’s neat. But what’re we gonna do now?” The wizard frowned. “As far as I’m concerned, I have thirty minutes left of bein’ a no-show. And you’ve got around four hours. That’s a long time to sit around and get chummy with…” he trailed off. He wanted to insult the plants, but he wouldn’t, because that would hurt Kaze’s feelings. And Edward wanted to do everything but hurt Kaze’s feelings.
Strings snaked out of Edward’s palms. They, unlike the rest of him, were not see-through, because their opacity was still set to 100%. Why? Well, you can’t screw with a layer when it’s hidden, and that’s exactly what happened with the grapes and the strings.
Edward roped the strings around his hands. Then, he held one of them out to Kaze. “Gimme your hands. If we’re gonna be stuck here, I wanna at least be able to see you.”
With a sigh, Kaze held out his hand to the floating, string-covered hand that was Edward’s. “I dunno...being invisible isn’t so bad! Heck, maybe it can even help us out in a monster fight. I mean, these grapes are so practical! They’re small, and they work fast--plus, it’s less suspicious to eat a grape during a fight than chug down a potion. Even if the grape is pink...maybe monsters are colorblind.”
He threw a glance over to the table of unnatural fruits and vegetables where Mimi was sitting and knocking bowls of fruit onto the ground. Typical.
Then, Kaze had another Brilliant Idea. Vines shot from underneath his stool and traveled under the ground. As he swirled his glowing green fingers above the earth, the vines formed a ring before sprouting up and entwining together. The result was a circlet fit for a Greek god. Kaze picked it up and tossed it on what he assumed would be Edward’s head.
Edward shuddered. “Listen, Kaze,” he said. “You’re a good kid. You eat all your veggies and you even plant ’em, too. But… don’t’cha think this is overdoing it a little? I mean…” After plucking a bright pink grape from a vine, Ed plopped it into his mouth. “I’m kinda fearing for my life right now, y’know?”
The grape sizzled while it slid down his throat. Edward winced. He should’ve gone for the carrot but, let’s face it, carrots are fucking disgusting and he’d never stoop that low. Even if it meant losing an finger or two because of a wacky plant.
Speaking of fingers…
One by one, Edward’s fingers disappeared. They were still there, physically, but visually, they were just gone. The wizard wiggled his slowly disappearing appendages curiously. “Huh…
“Well, this is fun. Really, I’m having a blast.” Edward’s hands, arms, and torso were completely see-through. More of him was disappearing by the second.
“…But next time, I’m bringing the grub.”
Kaze’s face glowed--literally. Striking green shone in his eyes and danced around his fingertips. He jumped up and down and threw a green flare in the air. When it burst, a plant sprouted from it before blooming and spilling its petals down on Edward and Kaze.
“This is awesome! The invisible grapes worked perfectly!” In all of his excitement, Kaze popped a few of the grapes in his mouth. “Look! Now I’m invisible too!”
After winding down from his magical plant high, Kaze summoned vines to weave a stool and sat on it. “A-Alright, alright--next time you can bring the food. But, you have to admit, this was pretty darn cool.” He pat himself on his invisible back. “Actually... uh, each grape makes you invisible for thirty minutes. How many did I eat again?”
private garden (Konpuku-ji temple, Kyoto) by Marser
Edward side-eyed the food. Did he really want to eat it? After seeing what happened to Kaze, he doubted that he did. But then his stomach rumbled, and the fight was over.
After inching closer to the table, Edward picked up an apple. It was blue, polka-dotted, and looked about as tasty as spoiled milk. Edward set the apple down before moving to a more normal-looking fruit, an orange. The orange was–surprisingly–orange, and round as round could be. Edward peeled the skin away.
He dropped the fruit instantly.
“What the heck are you putting in these things? Heart or roach?” He sneered at the orange. It was covered in live, blinking eyes. “Gah–come on, I’m starvin’ over here!”
“Eheh, w-well, y’know...a little heart, a few spider legs, some sap of poison ivy and--what was it...?” Kaze listed off his perfected formula like delicacies on a five star menu. “Nothing too crazy. The soil mixtures are the most important part! B-But all of this is for sport; it’s not going to harm you.” The orange blinked at him from down on the ground. “On second thought...Mimi! What did I fertilize those oranges with again?”
Mimi deadpanned. “Hair of elf.”
“Oh, boy,” Kaze said. With a flick of his wrists he conjured a two-headed, fanged venus flytrap from the earth. The heads devoured the ogling orange before letting out a hellish scream and evaporating into the sky.
“Well that takes care of that.” Kaze walked back to the table to pick up an actual normal carrot. Then he tossed it to Edward. “If you want non-enhanced food,” Kaze said, while stuffing down more trail mix, “we’ve got this. And trail mix of course. I swear it won’t hurt you; I picked it up from Wal-Mart.”
Edward rolled his eyes. Typical Kaze, he thought. It’d be just like him to throw caution to the wind like that, especially when there were plants hanging around. Ed stood up. Then, he did the Spiderman thing with one of his hands. A string shot out his wrist and tied around Kaze’s ankle. Edward tugged on it, bringing his friend back down to earth.
“Next time, why don’t you try to think before you eat?” The string disappeared. Edward ruffled Kaze’s hair. “Seriously. One of these days you’re gonna end up killing yourself, or worse…”
Kaze pouted as Edward ruffled his hair. “Yes, sir! I won’t do it again,” he teased. Before he could do anything else, however, Mimi hopped up on the table and rolled a sparkling apple in his direction.
“If ya don’t lift the affects of the spell soon, yer gonna be lifted into the air again,” she snickered.
After chomping down the apple, Kaze stuffed his face with some trail mix. Edward was still standing in the same place. “Y’know... this feast isn’t going to eat itself.”
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“Y’know, when you said there was free food, I didn’t expect it to be like this…”
In front of Edward’s house there was a table. And on top of that table was a feast. But this wasn’t any ordinary table or feast. The table itself was rooted into the ground. It’s surface was weaved out of vines, and mandrake flowers climbed up its legs. On top of the table was a plethora of raw vegetables, some with dirt still clinging to their roots. And some of the vegetables, just some, sparkled and shined unnatural colors, giving off weird bursts of murky smoke. Finally, in the middle of the table, there sat a large bowl of trail mix.
“Aw, c’mon!” Kaze looked utterly defeated. “These are the best vegetables around!” He picked up a purple stalk of celery and scarfed it down. “See? It’s de--” With a hiccup, Kaze began to rise into the air. “W-Wait! N-Not the anti-gravity celery!”
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“Yes,” Ko said. “It’s nice to hear from you, too.” A small smile played at the corners of his lips. He didn’t know how it had gotten there, but when he noticed it, he wiped it off with the back of his hand. Then, he cleared his throat. “Oh? So they survived the storm? I’m impressed–even buildings were damaged last week…”
Ko thought about that. He wondered how Kaze had dealt with the storm. Then, something occurred to him. With a sense of desperate urgency, he asked, “Is the wisteria tree all right?” His nails gripped the phone tightly. “The winds were in the upper 80s–the tree didn’t fair badly, right?”
“O-Oh yeah, the beans did just fine! Since they’re low to the ground the wind doesn’t effect them as much. It’s amazing what such small crops can endure!” Kaze spoke rapidly and with much passion. He was bounding with pride--that is, until Ko’s voice filled with alarm.
“Well um, some of the branches and petals came off the wisteria, but--but it should be fine! It’s an old tree y’know; it’s not gonna give up that easily.” Underneath the faith in his voice, there was worry. He knew the tree could bounce back easily, but he was afraid that it wouldn’t be the same. Either way, he pressed on, “A-Anyways, um--do you, maybe, wanna... hang out some time?”
Ko laid sound asleep in his bed. His phone was across the room, hanging from the wall next to a light switch. When it rang, he did not stir. However, by the third ding, he was up and running.
But then, quite suddenly, he was not running; he was forcing himself to walk slowly and professionally to the phone. By the time he reached it, it was on its last ding. “Kishuma Ko,” he said into the receiver. He was only slightly out of breath. “Who is this?”
With each ring, Kaze crept closer to his phone, anticipating Ko’s voice. When it finally came he fumbled to grasp the phone and said, “H-Hello! Th-This is Kaze--uh, hello... again.”
Kaze gave himself a mental slap in the face before speaking again. “It’s n-nice to hear from you, Ko! Uh--I just wanted to tell you about our beans! They’ve grown so tall, and they’re ready for harvesting--if you wanna, y’know, come see them...” If this was a stereotypical 90s movie, and Kaze’s phone had a coiled cord, he’d be twirling it to hell and back.
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Kaze stared at his phone. It was sitting ten feet across from him. On the other side of the room. And on its screen was Ko’s contact info. Carefully, carefully, he stalked up to it and jabbed the call button before retreating back to his place ten feet away.
