Black Sun Tale | Her Lullaby
i said i’d post it today without a time, so here it is! you actually get to meet some of my favorite super-side-characters in this haha–
remember this is a first draft with only minor edits, but enjoy! comments are reception are always appreciated.
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Oliver was off at school, leaving Ayu to his own wits at the house. Though, the assignment for finishing a section of the textbook deemed itself… ill-tasting for Ayu’s attention.
He doodled instead, most definitely, cursing his own drawings in the meantime. Thoughts of the events days prior already passed by his mind as almost nothing out of the ordinary. To be fair, however, Eilwen’s tests did pop up from time to time.
Despite the scenes he drew, those crosses and his own blood seeped an abnormality into himself while tapping his fresher skin. It ticked him. The thoughts of his relations to Akeldama poisoning him beckoned as another one of his mistakes. But I should’ve expected that, shouldn’t I?
Then there was Eilwen herself: follower in Akeldama’s society being punished by such simple items. The idea of her hands holding still from the burning cross stuck to him, leading him to wonder his own curiosities. Is everyone else the same, he asked. Certainly, they must have had pain tolerances similar to Eilwen’s words.
But, then again, he always had somebody to ask.
“Vittorino?”
“What is it, now,” he asked. His form appeared out by his and Oliver’s bed, sitting with an irked face.
“You… know Eilwen right?”
He scoffed, “Yeah, I’m taking you to see her later today.”
“I am?”
“It was a last-minute call,” he replied. “But why are you asking about her?”
Ayu adjusted himself before answering the question. “I just want to know what you know about her.”
The question brought Vittorino to a side-eye of thought, but he shrugged nonetheless. “There’s not much I know about her, or any first eras other than Alice –but everyone knows about her really–. All she really does is hate on Akeldama and stick herself inside her own room, but most of ‘em keep to themselves like us too.”
He fidgeted. “That’s it?”
“Yeah.” He then asked, “What, did she do something weird?”
“I guess she did…” He brought an explanation to the table. “I guess she was wondering about what’s happened to my body after dealing with Akeldama, which that was weird but… She tested me with a cross and her hands looked like they were burning…”
Vittorino’s calm face dropped just the slightest.
“She said it happens to everyone because of contracts, but she didn’t even bat an eye at it. I figure she’s just strong about it. She seems strong. But I just want to know how it is with other members in the society since– since it burned me immediately yet she took it like a champ.”
“Wait it burned you?” He nodded. “Huh, I didn’t expect that… I figured Oliver would but–. Anyways, you really wanna know about that stuff, don’t you?” Within a whim, Vittorino brought himself down to Ayu’s sitting level.
“It’s just been stuck in my mind for a while.”
“And that’s a bad thing to get stuck behind.” Digging through, he buried his hands into his pocket, viewing downwards whilst doing so. Soon, steam appeared out of the pocket as he paused, only to bring himself at a sigh when he brought it out.
There laid a wooden cross against his skin, burning up in a red yet he too held no response. “It’s a simple thing: it burns whatever is associated with a demon like Akeldama.”
“He’s a demon?”
“Probably,” he answered, “We figured once Alice told us some stuff.”
“So, he’s that bad…”
“Well, people take him for granted,” Vittorino commented. “Anyhow, this stuff is painful, yeah, but it’s just that some of us are used to the feeling by now.”
Ayu asked, “Why?”
“Because…” Vittorino shook his head, storing the cross back in his pocket and standing back up. “Because some of us like holding it sometimes… to think about things.”
“… Vittorino–”
The tallest chuckled to himself, turning back to Ayu with a cheeky smile. “I think I’m one of the only second eras who even do it, but it’s just because it’s funny. Like, we aren’t even allowed to hold it, how idiotic is that? It just shows how ridiculous all that stuff is.”
The lie radiated to Ayu’s discomfort, a good one for sure considering his character, but a detection in lies were somewhat of a tendency. “Vittorino, are you sure this isn’t about…”
He pushed the idea aside, “No, they were all idiotic. That’s why I left the whole place.” His foot tapped impatiently. “Do you want to go to Eilwen’s early or something?”
Ayu blinked at him, then back at the textbook. “… I mean, if it gets me out of language arts.”
Opening a door already, Vittorino rolled his eyes. “He really wants you learning all that?”
He followed him over to the forest entrance. “It’ll be important for when I’m older, and I really need to catch up anyways.”
“Yeah, like learning phonetics can help you fight stuff or whatever.”
“Ollie said that shouldn’t be my priority anymore–”
“That’s what Oliver said,” he argued, “but not what you decided.”
He ventured himself into the darker woods that steeped itself by its depths of a hillside. The conversation obligated Ayu to follow.
“I’ve been watching both of you ever since you guys had to be relevant in my life, and all you do is care about and follow others. But what about yourself?” The steps he trudged formed a beat to themselves, as if of a slow march. “Oliver’s was easy to notice since him caring causes him to start dying, and he stopped following people a while ago, but you’re less noticeable. For everyone, you’re less noticeable, since you aren’t dying from it. However, you keep caring and giving yourself away for other people. You’ll kill yourself eventually from just doing that.”
The speech brought fear to Ayu’s throat, as he gulped at those last words.
“’Everyone is manipulated by everything, but it’s in everyone’s power to take their own control.’” he glared down at Ayu. “That’s what I’ve been taught, and by now I think you should learn it for once.”
“… You were taught that by Akeldama, weren’t you?”
He answered, “Obviously. Like I said, he’s taken for granted with some things he says.”
Ayu had to argue then. “Vittorino, he’s a terrible person.”
“So, what if he’s a bad person? For me, he made me the great and living person I am today and got rid of so many lost causes from making more chaos.”
The excused seemed invalid with many counterarguments. “He caused the deaths of a bunch of lives because he felt like it.”
“And that’s where it is: he does what he feels. He has nothing holding him back and we can’t even imagine all the events he’s had in his life. He doesn’t follow anyone and that’s what makes him great!”
His excitement over the conversation peaked the slightest with his voice and giddy hands, to Ayu’s dismay.
“Oliver’s right, you’re a weird fuck.”
“If those guys are the ones that are free from all those rules,” he chuckled.
As they walked, Ayu tripped on a root again. “Why are we even walking here? Didn’t you want to drop me off at Eilwen’s?”
He shrugged. “I just like walking here, and I don’t actually have access to her room. She locked me out of it.”
“I…” Somehow, Ayu yelled in anger, “Vittorino! –”
***
Eilwen was found in the wild an hour later conversing with Alice. Though she hesitantly brought him back to the black-box.
As they sat together in their separate chairs, Ayu questioned her silence. “Why did you bring me here now?”
At the question, she bit her thin lip, her eyes piercing at him with an unknown feeling. Then sighed, “I asked Alice about your body’s behavior, and why you even have such odd relations with Akeldama… And I’m afraid I’ve now been tasked to prepare you for that answer yourself.”
Ayu blinked. “What do you mean?”
“I cannot explain any details. I’m sorry. However, you are not here for that; you’re here to learn of other matters.” Standing up, she grabbed her candle to light up others from behind her back, illuminating a distinct chart connected to her watch by a string. “That being the current members of the society today.”
Admittedly, Ayu groaned in the inside. “Can’t you take me on flashbacks again for this?”
She shook her head. “No, that’s rather unnecessary. I’ll only be explaining each briefly.” A face mirroring a sigh planted on herself. “Then you’ll meet some yourself.”
The last section peaked his interest at an instant, as his eyes beamed at attention once said. “You mean I have to meet them?”
“As annoying as it is yes. However, considering your importance, they won’t harm you now especially after the Margaret incident.” She shook her head, adjusting her hat while setting up her watch. “Now then, let’s begin with the second eras.”
*
After many psychopaths and silly characters in such a presentation, the watch clicked onto the final member. In his seat, Ayu sat intrigued but rather tired, with his arm barely lifting his head up. All the faces he only met on the board deemed themselves a weighing amount to handle by sight from their demeanors and smiles or frowns.
At least some members seemed human.
“Finally, we have the accursed, Bluebell.”
Ayu tilted his head. “Accursed?”
The picture brightened up with a woman in the forefront. Her body still like a portrait, she hung against a wreath of giant flowers delicately with her gown and hair flowing. Her hair welcomed itself like long roots of strawberry blonde that breezed down up until her waist. The gown glowed in a gentle white, small patterns of flowers speckled across its edges and rims, and sleeves cuffed under her wrists leaving an airy puff to her arms. But within it all, crowned with flowers colored vibrant and beautiful upon her freckled skin, she smiled, wide and calm.
The beauty and serene nature of her image calmed Ayu as that of a young, mystical mother. However, previous members already brought him to a distrust. Plus, ‘accursed’ was finally explainable with her appearance.
“Don’t trust her.” Eilwen explained, “While Bluebell is objectively the most gorgeous of the first eras, she is most definitely the least liked.”
“And why her specifically?”
“She’s just a sinister addle pate,” she grumbled. “She has not talked much of her origins but she either lied to many or she held multiple jobs as a caretaker, nursemaid, and florist whilst as a young mother. The happenings to what happened to her child are unknown, though she joined Akeldama without them.”
The image, in Ayu’s mind, continued to stare down into his soul somehow. While doing so, Eilwen explained her abilities and methods of extermination.
The concepts blended with Ayu rather poorly along with all the other new faces. “I get she hunts down kids but aren’t I safe?”
She replied, “It’s difficult to consider… and to explain. She likes to fool around with everybody in general. Although, I’m not sure if you’d even be affected by her.”
Through some thinking, Ayu shrugged. “I’ll be fine; Oliver’s singing is probably better anyways.”
Eilwen’s expression downed itself, proceeding to blow out the candles near the board and summoning a door. “I’m sure you will.” The door opened up her hands, which signaled Ayu to jumped out of his chair. “Follow me, please.”
And so, he stepped on out along her side, yet through the door was not the average forest of Fowls. Glass-ridden, a topless hallway was formed, large and wide in its endless interior. On each side of its walls placed multiple doors all of which caked against each other in their designs, along with small silver plaques beside them all.
“Woah…” Ayu breathed out into a smile. “This is cool!”
“This is where you have access to the houses and fields of every member in history.” The coat that blanketed her shuffled whilst she returned back to the door behind them. “Many will be empty, I warn you. And I won’t be accompanying you due to all their annoyances.”
As the door closed, he asked her. “Wait- Wait! How am I supposed to get back here? Or back to you?”
“Elementary, now that you’re here, just think of this hall and the door will appear. Don’t hassle over it.” Then the door finally faced him flat, its carvings of bells and old clocks mocking him.
The situation brought Ayu to a grumble, not so much any fear in his bones more so irritation of mentors. Perhaps the day was a bad mood, we will never know. Though after a huff and sigh, Ayu trudged forward to the first door in sight.
The new entrance glossed itself in comparison to all the other wood-like structures, shining along carvings of fancy men.
One of Ayu’s eyes lifted up at the design, its properness making itself more of an oddity. And already his guesses as to who it was appeared in his mind. He took a breath, motivating himself to enter in, and with his sight closed, he opened the door.
Barging in, Ayu stopped himself before his speed kicked in. Opening his blind view, he was met with velvets and greens, as well as stairs to his questioning. Stepping over, he greeted himself to what seemed to be a rich brat’s lair.
Yep, it’s him.
At the edge of the floor, a table sat furnished in cards and coins, as well two party members sitting on each side.
“… I draw three.”
“What do you mean you draw three? I had just went all in.”
“Well, you always cheat so you’ll be disqualified in two seconds once King comes back.”
“But don’t we always cheat?”
“Yeah, but the two of us can’t manipulate the card order.”
“Then that’s just too bad to be you.”
The two conversed at the singular turn. Their bickering brought Ayu to a slight familiarity. Soon, he spoke out, “You’re… Eden and Cosmina, right?”
They turned at him instantly, the girl holding a card by her two fingers without hesitation. The appearances began to clear up for Ayu, however their clothing and accessories contradicted that of past sights. The man, Eden, seemed to have lengthy brunette hair tied to the back, edges still rolling off from the knot and blocking up some of his face, though a piercing still appeared by the edge of his lip. His top comfortably laying against his torso and thighs as a well-knit turtleneck, yet the sleeves ripped themselves off. Then Cosmina’s hair changed to that of a slim cut down to her chin, with her uniform only consisting of a tank-top, shorts, and thin coat.
Eden questioned, “Are you the kid Alice mentioned earlier?”
“I thought he’d look more off-putting,” Cosmina commented. “Not that I’ll complain. Were you expecting King?”
Hesitantly, Ayu nodded.
She stared down into his soul. “Timid, I see. Well, there’s not much to be weary of here. We won’t bite, if that’s what you’re thinking. And King’ll be here soon, he’s only getting essentials.”
Ayu’s words stumbled within themselves, ultimately bring nothing of a reply.
“You’re calling booze an essential?”
“What else are we supposed to do waiting here? Might as well get a little tipsy.”
“I…”
“Jesus fucking Christ you couldn’t believe the number of parents at the liquor store today!” The door behind them all slammed closed. Ayu and the others whipped their heads to find the last member of the party. His figure lean and confidant with his boxes hung around his arms; his tailcoat flowed as he paced up the stairs. In Ayu’s eyes, the man’s eyepatch glistened in its dark cloth, his short haircut to match. “Oh, it’s the kid.”
“It’s Ayu…”
“King, perfect timing, he just got here.” Cosmina walked on over to the new figure. They greeted each other by King’s kiss on her cheek whilst he placed the boxes down for her to grab. He kissed down Eden’s cheek as well, to Ayu’s slight confusion. “He’s a little shy, so we’ll save the drinks for later in case you two do something stupid.”
“Oh, who are you kidding? We all go stupid with bourbon,” King laughed as he tidied the small mess on Eden’s shirt.
Ayu scurried in his spot. “You’re King?”
“In the flesh, hopefully.”
The answer forced Ayu to gesture at the whole room. “Aren’t you supposed to be the fancy one?”
He muttered, “Damn, I really do wanna drink. Mina, get the OJ.”
“On it.”
“Anyways,” the focus laid back on Ayu. “I suppose that’s how I’m seen in the society.”
“Yeah,” Ayu eventually brought himself to a seat. “You’re the fancy-ass ruler with the throne…” he then pointed at the other two. “And you guys were the servants?”
Eden cackled. “Oh god, that takes me back.”
The king chuckled a little with him. “Yeah, I guess that’s how it was.”
“You all had old fancy clothes and stuff… what happened?”
“That shit was hot, that’s what,” Eden answered.
The girl returned with cups of orange juice by a hand and placed it on the table for the others to grab. “There were too many layers back then, I’ll admit.”
“Thank you very much,” King snatched a cup. However, he offered to Ayu, “You want some? It isn’t spiked,” as he eyed the alcohol in the corner.
That in itself raised Ayu’s hands against it. “I prefer apple juice…”
“Huh, we haven’t had apple juice in a while. I’ll get that later.”
Ayu still grabbed the cup from him, taking a sip to a surprise of the nice taste. And no pulp. “– Still why’re you guys like this now?”
King handed himself his own cup while answering. “Well, I will admit that back then, we did act like snobs.”
“It was you who was the snob,” Cosmina retorted.
“And it was you all who went along with it,” he added. “But what am I joking, almost everyone in the first era has some kind of act going on, especially if we’re talking about back then.”
Ayu questioned with his cup, “What are you talking about?”
“Everyone here exaggerated themselves back then, whether it be by fashion or action. We were just the types who did both,” King explained. “And while we did like the roleplay and the clothes, being immortal for four hundred years made that a little boring.”
“Oh yeah,” the idea of immortality seemed so normal for Ayu by then. “How is even being immortal.”
“Oh, my god, it’s terrible!” Eden raised an arm.
Cosmina said, “Remember you’re supposed to live a life for less than one hundred years and imagine doing the same thing four times.”
“What she said,” King sipped. “We followed the trend of the society for a while which was ‘stay in your rooms to do whatever bullshit for eternity’. But we realized that, in itself, was bullshit.”
The swearing still threw Ayu off.
“Usually people would off themselves after being tired of immortality, but we knew that was a stupid idea considering our society deals. So, instead of killing ourselves or moping like the rest of the ‘woe is me’ first eras–”
“And the even more ridiculous seconds.”
“– them too,” King continued. “We just decided to go and have a life outside of killing.”
“By… drinking and living off of orange juice?”
Eden drank his own cup of orange juice when he spoke, “Nah, the bourbon’s only for when we’re stuck here.”
“… You’re gonna throw that out later, right?”
“No, why would we,” Cosmina asked.
And Ayu replied, “Because my dad always told me and my sister to throw that stuff out for Mom so…”
“Psh,” Eden chuckled, “Then that’s just a bad parent.”
“They were pretty nice,” he defended.
“I’m sure your parents managed to fix that up, or at least will do soon,” King pushed aside to Ayu’s own bitterness. “But, no we aren’t alcoholics. We go travel and find whatever’s fun in the new world.”
“What?”
“We visit all different kinds of places in the world and do whatever festival or party’s going on there. Because, why stick here for a hundred more years when you can do whatever you want?”
“Whatever’s fun or whatever sounds funny enough,” Eden added, pointing at his own piercing with brows together.
“It looks lovely on you, dear.”
The compliments gave Ayu another topic to look upon. “… And all you three are?”
“A couple.” Cosmina stayed in the background during all of the answers. “Is there anything of it?”
“No, not really,” Ayu looked down at his cup. “I just, don’t know anything about that stuff and I’ve never seen three people before so I was wondering why.”
“Fuck monogamy, that’s why,” King replied.
“I drink to that.” With the raise of a cup, Eden drank more of the juice.
“…?”
“We do as we feel, and we all like each other’s company. That’s all the necessary explaining,” yet even Cosmina casually sipped the orange juice. “You’re only a child but once you really understand, good for you.”
“Wait… do people like each other just because they like their company?”
King interjected, “Well, there’s more to it but…– hold on we aren’t here to give romance advice!”
“I wasn’t asking for any! I was just curious!”
“What, are you having a school crush or something,” Eden raised a brow at him.
“What?” Ayu scoffed at the idea, blushing in the midst, “No!”
“Alright then. That’s that.” He finally set his empty cup down after playing with it. “Are you going to ask us anything else or are you done with your orange juice?”
“I…” He set down the cup. “I think I’m done.”
***
The other doors Ayu entered were abandoned by their owners long ago, as Eilwen told. Some brought worn down activities for Ayu to venture into, though others laid barren. Those barren lands packed themselves up, from the owner ready to leave as he learned. The ghosted lands still hung around with bright colors, but the dim atmosphere brought him to leave early to every single one.
King’s trio seemed like the biggest treat of the day, alongside their flavorful beverage, but he tried to ignore that. Their modernist attitudes stuck to him, as well as their farewells to his visit.
“If you end up joining us, come over here because everyone else sucks!”
Not the kindest gesture, he admitted, but the message still stood. He questioned the message, Am I joining the society soon? Is that what Eilwen’s worried about?
The idea pleased itself easily, considering his associates and history. Besides, with everybody’s growing concerns to his own apparent growing importance, the aspect of him joining them seemed of a satisfying end to finish his mess, in some way of the matter. Perhaps he would receive more power than he could ever imagine or be granted his wish to undo everything in his life. That concept pleased himself the most.
However, the price still stood ahead of him. That price of taking another’s life for his own lingered in the concept. And to that, he availed from the chances quickly enough, his heart too strong to break by himself.
There ahead of him, was yet another door to enter. This time, the wooden décor carved itself into flowers and leaves growing into one another in intricate detail. The petals fell and the stems kissed the grass carved below. In such detail in design, Ayu gulped knowing who it may be. And yet again, he brought his arm to open up the door.
Stepping into new grounds, the soles of his old sneakers brushed up against long grass. It tickled his knees as his first views of the land were made. Despite the nature field, her land posed itself as disproportional. Flowers grew wild and of various shapes and sizes which many were larger than likely possible of a normal plant. They all swayed rhythmically to nothing, dancing to their own hearts content at the silence, but also the humming of another person in the garden.
He faced doubt in the eye, and ventured more inside, ignoring his own inner-warnings. Quickly after drowning of the leaves in front of his path, he discovered the source of the hummer. Her long, angelical hair swayed down like a river, covering her face alongside her crown of wild flowers. She mumbled a tune as she watered a bustle of flowers, but the identity was clear nonetheless.
Bluebell, his eyes darted down the nearest bush and hid in its rustling leaves. Even with his mouth of courage to Eilwen, her own words left a mark of warning once seeing her in person. He managed to not flinch, to itch a muscle, or to form a single peep of gripe. After moments in time, and some flashing of black and white, Ayu sighed. Soon, he rung his arms to start crawling away and making it out of the door–
“And who might you be?” As soon as he stepped towards the outside, the lady grabbed him by the hood. She yanked him back to his startled fear.
“Fuck–” He pulled the hood in front to resist choking, and struggled with his own feet to muster up. “Let me go!”
With his light weight, she lifted him up with ease, her copper eyes squinting at his appearance. Yet eventually, she smiled. “No, no, come with me,” she pulled him, “You look tired; you can sleep here if you need rest.”
“Let me out,” he yelled, but to no avail.
“Oh, don’t be fussy, Ayu,” she giggled, “This will make Akeldama fuming. Just listen to me.”
While the pleasure of Akeldama’s misfortune would have convinced Ayu another day, the risk of her ability still lied as a great possibility for him. “No– Stop! –” However, he was too late to make a hit.
“My dear, in sickness, sadness, and red, can sleep from a song with sigh…”
Her voice echoed and rang into his ears, slowly softening every inch of this tension and mind merely from those lines.
“Your life, your soul, your ending night will rejoice with us in light.”
The lullaby wrapped him around, stopping his struggles and whines and instead relaxing and numbing the pain.
“Despite these somber eyes, I can see, there is time to close them away…”
Such a clear, siren-like voice called to him. It chilled the bones that wanted end so recently and brought along a warmth that coddled him endlessly. Soothing him, his own eyes began to calm into a slumber.
“In hope, my love, without life in sight, your days will say–”
“BLUEBELL!” Alice screamed at her, interrupting her beautiful song. From the erupt end, Ayu snapped back awake with the lingering melody as he turned to the distressed woman ahead of them. She ran and snatched him away from the siren, to his dismay.
“Oh, Alice, you ruined his fun,” she said.
The head of the society glared at her. “You impudent–” yet she turned back to the young boy with closing lids, “Are you alright?”
Ayu remained silent, processing the event that just unfolded.
Another slowly walked into the scene, somehow shying away with her scarf.
“Eilwen, I told you to keep watch on him,” she stomped towards the mentor.
“I–” she stammered. “I thought he would be alright considering he’s of–”
“He hasn’t developed at all yet! He’s only a mere child at this stage!” Alice shrieked in her stop. “God, didn’t you think of how Akeldama could be upset by this? – Ugh, that’s beyond the point now. At least I managed to catch him before Akeldama arrived… How are you feeling Z– Ayu?”
The argument rather unsettled Ayu’s mood. The lullaby from before seemed as something to return to once more already… In all honesty, the song was not as horrifying as he imagined. “… I’m doing fine.”
“Be honest.”
More so, it lifted him up the slightest. “No, I really mean it,” he told her. “Kind of, uh, refreshed actually.” He forced a smile upon the odd feeling. That sense of wanting more began to kick in.
Alice nipped her lip and turned to Eilwen. “Do you believe it’d be alright to bring him back home? It doesn’t seem all that bad…” The head turned again to the wonderful lady. “We’ll only need to console you later,” she spat at her, who only continued to water her plants once more.
She scoffed, “You never tell us anything, Alice. How would I know of the consequences?”
“Well, your fun may have caused you your own death grave.”
Instead of anything else, Bluebell shrugged with a giggle, “Do you really think that matters anymore, Cecily?”
Alice huffed, patting Ayu towards the exit. “Let’s go; you need the rest.”
***
The apartment entrance shut as Alice led the way. Ayu scurried behind her, unsure of her silent aggression.
Oliver sat by the couch, legs crisscrossed and Ayu’s textbook on his lap. He poked a pencil by his hand, jotting down on whatever pages Ayu bothered to commit to the day prior. Corrections most likely covered the pages considering previous marks on his answers.
He turned around at them, his pale eyes peering at Alice. “Oh, hi… Alice, why are you here?”
Originally, Ayu would have pondered as to why Oliver never asked why he was gone; however, that failed to bring him down that day. Alice instead pushed him gently more towards the inside as she explained. “Ayu simply ran into a… mishap, while in Eilwen’s care. But don’t worry, she and I will take care of it.”
He dropped the book down onto the couch, standing up. “Alice, what happened?”
“It’s nothing for you to worry about. The most Ayu will experience is some improper thinking and a state of intemperance.”
“But I can’t ask why?”
“No,” she stated, her voice reaching a new low. “You aren’t to be involved with anymore things that can harm you.”
“So, he’s been hurt.” Oliver’s brows furrowed together at Alice, as he walked down to Ayu’s side. “Are you okay?”
He told him, “Yeah… I’m great, Ollie.” A smiled crept up the slightest in his dazed fate.
His face raised into that of confusion. Only for him to sigh, “Just go, Alice. You aren’t going to help me with this.”
She nodded in silence, and exited through the doorway and magic.
In the unknown, Oliver hummed and stared up until he faced Ayu again. “Okay, Ayu, what happened?”
Unsure of how to reply, the serious tone gawking him, he only answered back, “Nothing really… But, something really nice happened if that’s what you’re thinking.”
“… What?”
He figured Oliver would like his story. “I met this lady, who sang a nice song and I got to hear it… Too bad Alice stopped it though. Oliver, you should have heard it, she sounded amazing.” His mind bubbled at the thoughts of it. “I think I’ll go try and visit her again. You should come with me.”
“Oh.” His face softened the slightest. “Okay…?”
In the comforts of his thoughts, Ayu held up Oliver’s hand and gripped it in his smile. “Trust me, the song makes you forget about everything.”
At those very words, Oliver’s mouth sided downwards. “Sure,” his words slurred as he reached back in a smile.
Ayu let go of the hand, bringing himself to an arm stretch. “Well anyways, I’m gonna take a nap.” Drifting off, he told his final words to Oliver, “I’ll talk more about it later.”
In the room, instead of sleeping, Ayu actually giggled at himself and his own formulating thoughts. Not even sure himself as of why, he laid there, smiling and basking himself in the growing euphoria inside of him. However, his sense remained ever so prevalent, and his ways of listening peered from outside the room.
“You have a clue, don’t you, Vittorino?”
“Yeah,” he replied. “I’ve only heard of Bluebell, but I know kids are her main targets… He must’ve been affected by her ability.”
“… What does she do?”
He quickly jabbered, “It’s a more subdued but strong version of my ability. She sings people to sleep to kill them. But if she doesn’t finish her song…”
“Ah,” Oliver said once connecting the dots. “And it’s going to get worse, I assume?”
“Most likely.”
He sighed from the outside. “Goddamn it…”
But Ayu listened to it all, and all he could reply from it was to shrug. Oh well.
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Ten Dollars | Bread and Water | Red Eye | Crimson Capture | November 1st | A Mother | A Demon | A Child | The Wolf | Bloody Fingers | A Monochrome World | The Pocketwatch | I’ll Have My Day | Two Weeks | Monsters | Sleepover | First Meal | Dearest
