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"Hey is that..."
"No way!"
"Kyah! I think he looked this way!"
"He's so handsome, I think I'm gonna faint!"
Ah, those were the sounds. The beautiful squeaking noises of crushes and admirers, of the opposite gender of course. Having all the girls swoon over you like that, even as you simply walked down the street still displaying some of that inevitable little bit of bedhair, it was any guys dream! It was, beyond a doubt, so great that I could get hit by a truck now and not even have to go to another world to be die happy. That is, if it was happening to me.
"Should we turn this corner, Hoki? It'll be less crowded that way." Mr. Handsome himself, Kushi Utsu, flashed me a smile as a pointed towards a certain narrow path in between two houses. The other side run next to the river, but due to poor maintenance the road was a disagrace, making it painful to walk through. On top of that, nobody liked risking falling into the river while carrying a metric ton of books, and as a result, the only people crossing that path nowadays were mostly people who inhabited that street. I sighed.
"Are you sure? It's a hard place to go through. Plus we're surrounded by a bunch of girls who would probably leap to the ground if you dropped some sweat and then would lick it off...and Shinji. I already told you, you don't need to be considerate. Nobody will give me a glance if I'm with you anyway."
"Who says I'm being considerate? Maybe I just want to show off how well I know you, best friend." The wink that followed was his usual sign of having something in his pocket. "Here's another tidbit: I bet you're just underplaying yourself as usual. I bet you'd be super popular if you just tried."
"Do you ever tone down that charm, damm it?"
The two of us continued to walk as if nothing had been spoken, until we passed by that hole and slithered through it, bags in hand and all. By the time we popped out of the narrow alleywey, our uniforms were all wrinkly and dirty. My eyes were immediately set on tapping out the dust and bits of dust that had gotten stuck in those clothes of mine.
"Uwah, the disciplinary comittee is gonna scold us for this for sure. I don't want them to walk up to me during break...maybe I should just turn myself in. What's that noise anyway?"
As I lifted my gaze again, Kushi was pointing towards a little girl on her knees in the middle of the road, bawling her eyes out. Her dad was kneeling right beside her, carefully attempting to stroke her hair while avoiding the cute little bow with a bunny underpin resembling that of the main character of a certain magical girl series that aired in the morning right before kids that age usually had to go to school. "Good Morning Magical Rim-rim-chan!", was it (not that I would know, no, not at all, no interest in that kind of stuff...)?
On the girl's other side was her backpack, complete with a logo of the mascot of that show I most definitely knew nothing about, thus confirming my suspicions. The contents of the bag were poured out from it's slight opening, a picture book, one with kanji for those just beggining to write, and a rather colorful pencilcase which had slipped partially under the blue cloth that covered a certain table. Sat at that table was an elderly woman with wet hair tungled to the back, donning a black robe in spite of the heat. Her rugged arms were crossed and her chin raised up as she looked down on the little crying girl with a frown. It was rather obvious that she played some part in the girl starting to whail like that. She, and perhaps her creepy collection of trinkets, tarot, and round opaque "crystal" ball right at the center of the table.
Yep, this was one situation I didn't want to get involved with.
I'd just need to pass through and ignore the crying girl. Her bawling was rather irritating though, but I would put up with it. I didn't even have to look. Nonetheless, curiosity got me to take just a little peek. There was snot, drool, fur and tears all over the girl's rainbow sweater. Seriously, how much did that kid love bright colors? Wearing a sweater with this heat... Not that it was any of my business. I still didn't want to hit her though, so I would have to go around her now. Just a little moving. Should I ask them to move aside? The path WAS rather narrow. No, how could I talk to them like that when she looked so scared or sad? Ah, don't take pity on her me! She's just some random, unrelated crying little girl who you have nothing to do with, and whose fashion sense is kiddy as hell and whose pants are way too loose, specially in the back where she keeps her phone and earphones, that phone which was falling off right now-
"You were about to drop this." I told the little girl as I attempted to hand over the phone she nearly dropped. Though she seemed to aknowledge my presence, her crying didn't cease. I gave her a nervous smile as her father thanked me and took the phone from my hands, apologizing for the mess. "What's wrong? What happened?"
"'ee cwursed me!.. Pawsies...wet..." It was impossible to understand her. What the heck was I doing? I shouldn't got any more involved. But seeing her like this... "cwursed"? Did she mean cursed? Pawsies... Wet... I looked at her pants again. So loose... and there was that one spot where the fabric seemed a little rougher.
I got up, and pulled a chair next to the blue clothed table.
"So, can you tell my future, old hag? I'm a little worried about this semester. "
What the heck was I doing? I hated this, confronting this creepy lady! I dropped a few coins from my wallet. I heard footsteps behind me. Kushi? What the heck took him so long to come forth? If he had been here from the start, do doubt the situation would have already been handled.
"Old ha- Ah, yes, yes I will tell you your future. But for that insult, you will have a cursed future."
"Oooh, scary. Bet you pulled that act on that little girl too. Iori was her name, right?"
I could hear the father and daughter's confused expressions behind me. It wasn't that hard to figure out, her name tag from the elementary school uniform stuck out from the collar of her sweater if one just looked well enough. Not that I could see the last name anyway. I banged my hand on the table slightly tilted, causing the thing to shake a little. A lot more than expected even. It was probably very fragile, except for the crystal ball which remained mostly in place. I moved a foot into the blue cloth. Yep, it was there.
"Stop that brat, I'll really curse you!" She pointed one of those long fingernails of hers towards me, right at my nose. That smell was somewhat nostalgic.
"So, what's this curse gonna be? What are you going to curse me with? The toothmarked tarot cards? That junk you bought from the archeological museum next town over? Seriously, couldn't you at least have removed the price tags from the shells?" The table tilt had revealed the insides somewhat. Not far from a typical charalatan's literally cheap tricks. "Or maybe you're going to pull some bad future from this painted lamp?"
I quickly reached a hand underneath the blue cloth and pressed the switch, causing the "crystal ball" to light up.
"You brats have no respect. Goes right to show technology is all you ever think about." The hag gritted her teeth.
I grinned a little. I won.
"I don't want to hear that from some greedy, petty old woman. I bet you're just good at looking at the obvious right? I bet you told her how she owns a cat, or like that morning magical girl show. I bet your threat was really personal too. Like threatening to put her back in potty training when she's obviously just stopped wetting the bed. Cheap tricks and empty threats. All to back on girl for ignoring you while she played a game on her phone and some measily yen. Then look at what you spend it in, is that a new fashion trend, glueing fake nails to your fingers?" I scoffed and stood from the chair. My job was done. I won. I turned to the litlte girl and put my hands on my pockets. "Curses, magic...none of it's real. Nothing's gonna happen to you."
The old woman stood up from her chair as well.
"You brat! You insolent... You're dooming a little girl to a life of self-indulgence and laziness, never knowing beyond her mobile devices! That is it! May you really be cursed, your future shall see a time when that recklessness of yours shall catch up with you, and your past shall appear again to haunt you! May that haunting be the downfall of your pride..."
I didn't believe any of it, but I still felt myself subconsciously picking up a faster pace as I walked away hands pocketed, until I heard running behind me. I turned around just in time for a certain little girl to crash into me and wrap her arms around my leg, instantly covering that side of my pants in snot and drool.
"Thank you for for beating that meanie onii-chan! You're really smart." The girl looked up to me and grinned.
"I uh...I.." Wait. Beat? Won? Did I just...
I just totally showed off to this girl and her father, didn't I? AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I, no I... Ah, I mean, that guy! Yeah, that guy was the one that told me to say those things. He figured it all out, I was just saying them cause he was helping to calm you down, that's all!" I desperately pointed at Kushi, extending my full arm. Kushi himself seemed confused, as did the girl who dropped her hug. She looked at Kushi. then back at me. Then at Kushi again. Then once more to me. And lastly she nodded.
"Well, I guess that makes sense. Bye-bye, onii-chan!" She waved at me as she rushed to Kushi now.
I nearly dropped to my knees with my sigh. With my leg in that state, there was no way I wouldn't stand out.
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"Hey is that..."
"No way!"
"Kyah! I think he looked this way!"
"He's so handsome, I think I'm gonna faint!"
Ah, those were the sounds. The beautiful squeaking noises of crushes and admirers, of the opposite gender of course. Having all the girls swoon over you like that, even as you simply walked down the street still displaying some of that inevitable little bit of bedhair, it was any guys dream! It was, beyond a doubt, so great that I could get hit by a truck now and not even have to go to another world to be die happy. That is, if it was happening to me.
"Should we turn this corner, Hoki? It'll be less crowded that way." Mr. Handsome himself, Kushi Utsu, flashed me a smile as a pointed towards a certain narrow path in between two houses. The other side run next to the river, but due to poor maintenance the road was a disagrace, making it painful to walk through. On top of that, nobody liked risking falling into the river while carrying a metric ton of books, and as a result, the only people crossing that path nowadays were mostly people who inhabited that street. I sighed.
"Are you sure? It's a hard place to go through. Plus we're surrounded by a bunch of girls who would probably leap to the ground if you dropped some sweat and then would lick it off...and Shinji. I already told you, you don't need to be considerate. Nobody will give me a glance if I'm with you anyway."
"Who says I'm being considerate? Maybe I just want to show off how well I know you, best friend." The wink that followed was his usual sign of having something in his pocket. "Here's another tidbit: I bet you're just underplaying yourself as usual. I bet you'd be super popular if you just tried."
"Do you ever tone down that charm, damm it?"
The two of us continued to walk as if nothing had been spoken, until we passed by that hole and slithered through it, bags in hand and all. By the time we popped out of the narrow alleywey, our uniforms were all wrinkly and dirty. My eyes were immediately set on tapping out the dust and bits of dust that had gotten stuck in those clothes of mine.
"Uwah, the disciplinary comittee is gonna scold us for this for sure. I don't want them to walk up to me during break...maybe I should just turn myself in. What's that noise anyway?"
As I lifted my gaze again, Kushi was pointing towards a little girl on her knees in the middle of the road, bawling her eyes out. Her dad was kneeling right beside her, carefully attempting to stroke her hair while avoiding the cute little bow with a bunny underpin resembling that of the main character of a certain magical girl series that aired in the morning right before kids that age usually had to go to school. "Good Morning Magical Rim-rim-chan!", was it (not that I would know, no, not at all, no interest in that kind of stuff...)?
On the girl's other side was her backpack, complete with a logo of the mascot of that show I most definitely knew nothing about, thus confirming my suspicions. The contents of the bag were poured out from it's slight opening, a picture book, one with kanji for those just beggining to write, and a rather colorful pencilcase which had slipped partially under the blue cloth that covered a certain table. Sat at that table was an elderly woman with wet hair tungled to the back, donning a black robe in spite of the heat. Her rugged arms were crossed and her chin raised up as she looked down on the little crying girl with a frown. It was rather obvious that she played some part in the girl starting to whail like that. She, and perhaps her creepy collection of trinkets, tarot, and round opaque "crystal" ball right at the center of the table.
Yep, this was one situation I didn't want to get involved with.
I'd just need to pass through and ignore the crying girl. Her bawling was rather irritating though, but I would put up with it. I didn't even have to look. Nonetheless, curiosity got me to take just a little peek. There was snot, drool, fur and tears all over the girl's rainbow sweater. Seriously, how much did that kid love bright colors? Wearing a sweater with this heat... Not that it was any of my business. I still didn't want to hit her though, so I would have to go around her now. Just a little moving. Should I ask them to move aside? The path WAS rather narrow. No, how could I talk to them like that when she looked so scared or sad? Ah, don't take pity on her me! She's just some random, unrelated crying little girl who you have nothing to do with, and whose fashion sense is kiddy as hell and whose pants are way too loose, specially in the back where she keeps her phone and earphones, that phone which was falling off right now-
"You were about to drop this." I told the little girl as I attempted to hand over the phone she nearly dropped. Though she seemed to aknowledge my presence, her crying didn't cease. I gave her a nervous smile as her father thanked me and took the phone from my hands, apologizing for the mess. "What's wrong? What happened?"
"'ee cwursed me!.. Pawsies...wet..." It was impossible to understand her. What the heck was I doing? I shouldn't got any more involved. But seeing her like this... "cwursed"? Did she mean cursed? Pawsies... Wet... I looked at her pants again. So loose... and there was that one spot where the fabric seemed a little rougher.
I got up, and pulled a chair next to the blue clothed table.
"So, can you tell my future, old hag? I'm a little worried about this semester. "
What the heck was I doing? I hated this, confronting this creepy lady! I dropped a few coins from my wallet. I heard footsteps behind me. Kushi? What the heck took him so long to come forth? If he had been here from the start, do doubt the situation would have already been handled.
"Old ha- Ah, yes, yes I will tell you your future. But for that insult, you will have a cursed future."
"Oooh, scary. Bet you pulled that act on that little girl too. Iori was her name, right?"
I could hear the father and daughter's confused expressions behind me. It wasn't that hard to figure out, her name tag from the elementary school uniform stuck out from the collar of her sweater if one just looked well enough. Not that I could see the last name anyway. I banged my hand on the table slightly tilted, causing the thing to shake a little. A lot more than expected even. It was probably very fragile, except for the crystal ball which remained mostly in place. I moved a foot into the blue cloth. Yep, it was there.
"Stop that brat, I'll really curse you!" She pointed one of those long fingernails of hers towards me, right at my nose. That smell was somewhat nostalgic.
"So, what's this curse gonna be? What are you going to curse me with? The toothmarked tarot cards? That junk you bought from the archeological museum next town over? Seriously, couldn't you at least have removed the price tags from the shells?" The table tilt had revealed the insides somewhat. Not far from a typical charalatan's literally cheap tricks. "Or maybe you're going to pull some bad future from this painted lamp?"
I quickly reached a hand underneath the blue cloth and pressed the switch, causing the "crystal ball" to light up.
"You brats have no respect. Goes right to show technology is all you ever think about." The hag gritted her teeth.
I grinned a little. I won.
"I don't want to hear that from some greedy, petty old woman. I bet you're just good at looking at the obvious right? I bet you told her how she owns a cat, or like that morning magical girl show. I bet your threat was really personal too. Like threatening to put her back in potty training when she's obviously just stopped wetting the bed. Cheap tricks and empty threats. All to back on girl for ignoring you while she played a game on her phone and some measily yen. Then look at what you spend it in, is that a new fashion trend, glueing fake nails to your fingers?" I scoffed and stood from the chair. My job was done. I won. I turned to the litlte girl and put my hands on my pockets. "Curses, magic...none of it's real. Nothing's gonna happen to you."
The old woman stood up from her chair as well.
"You brat! You insolent... You're dooming a little girl to a life of self-indulgence and laziness, never knowing beyond her mobile devices! That is it! May you really be cursed, your future shall see a time when that recklessness of yours shall catch up with you, and your past shall appear again to haunt you! May that haunting be the downfall of your pride..."
I didn't believe any of it, but I still felt myself subconsciously picking up a faster pace as I walked away hands pocketed, until I heard running behind me. I turned around just in time for a certain little girl to crash into me and wrap her arms around my leg, instantly covering that side of my pants in snot and drool.
"Thank you for for beating that meanie onii-chan! You're really smart." The girl looked up to me and grinned.
"I uh...I.." Wait. Beat? Won? Did I just...
I just totally showed off to this girl and her father, didn't I? AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I, no I... Ah, I mean, that guy! Yeah, that guy was the one that told me to say those things. He figured it all out, I was just saying them cause he was helping to calm you down, that's all!" I desperately pointed at Kushi, extending my full arm. Kushi himself seemed confused, as did the girl who dropped her hug. She looked at Kushi. then back at me. Then at Kushi again. Then once more to me. And lastly she nodded.
"Well, I guess that makes sense. Bye-bye, onii-chan!" She waved at me as she rushed to Kushi now.
I nearly dropped to my knees with my sigh. With my leg in that state, there was no way I wouldn't stand out.
"No way!"
"Kyah! I think he looked this way!"
"He's so handsome, I think I'm gonna faint!"
Ah, those were the sounds. The beautiful squeaking noises of crushes and admirers, of the opposite gender of course. Having all the girls swoon over you like that, even as you simply walked down the street still displaying some of that inevitable little bit of bedhair, it was any guys dream! It was, beyond a doubt, so great that I could get hit by a truck now and not even have to go to another world to be die happy. That is, if it was happening to me.
"Should we turn this corner, Hoki? It'll be less crowded that way." Mr. Handsome himself, Kushi Utsu, flashed me a smile as a pointed towards a certain narrow path in between two houses. The other side run next to the river, but due to poor maintenance the road was a disagrace, making it painful to walk through. On top of that, nobody liked risking falling into the river while carrying a metric ton of books, and as a result, the only people crossing that path nowadays were mostly people who inhabited that street. I sighed.
"Are you sure? It's a hard place to go through. Plus we're surrounded by a bunch of girls who would probably leap to the ground if you dropped some sweat and then would lick it off...and Shinji. I already told you, you don't need to be considerate. Nobody will give me a glance if I'm with you anyway."
"Who says I'm being considerate? Maybe I just want to show off how well I know you, best friend." The wink that followed was his usual sign of having something in his pocket. "Here's another tidbit: I bet you're just underplaying yourself as usual. I bet you'd be super popular if you just tried."
"Do you ever tone down that charm, damm it?"
The two of us continued to walk as if nothing had been spoken, until we passed by that hole and slithered through it, bags in hand and all. By the time we popped out of the narrow alleywey, our uniforms were all wrinkly and dirty. My eyes were immediately set on tapping out the dust and bits of dust that had gotten stuck in those clothes of mine.
"Uwah, the disciplinary comittee is gonna scold us for this for sure. I don't want them to walk up to me during break...maybe I should just turn myself in. What's that noise anyway?"
As I lifted my gaze again, Kushi was pointing towards a little girl on her knees in the middle of the road, bawling her eyes out. Her dad was kneeling right beside her, carefully attempting to stroke her hair while avoiding the cute little bow with a bunny underpin resembling that of the main character of a certain magical girl series that aired in the morning right before kids that age usually had to go to school. "Good Morning Magical Rim-rim-chan!", was it (not that I would know, no, not at all, no interest in that kind of stuff...)?
On the girl's other side was her backpack, complete with a logo of the mascot of that show I most definitely knew nothing about, thus confirming my suspicions. The contents of the bag were poured out from it's slight opening, a picture book, one with kanji for those just beggining to write, and a rather colorful pencilcase which had slipped partially under the blue cloth that covered a certain table. Sat at that table was an elderly woman with wet hair tungled to the back, donning a black robe in spite of the heat. Her rugged arms were crossed and her chin raised up as she looked down on the little crying girl with a frown. It was rather obvious that she played some part in the girl starting to whail like that. She, and perhaps her creepy collection of trinkets, tarot, and round opaque "crystal" ball right at the center of the table.
Yep, this was one situation I didn't want to get involved with.
I'd just need to pass through and ignore the crying girl. Her bawling was rather irritating though, but I would put up with it. I didn't even have to look. Nonetheless, curiosity got me to take just a little peek. There was snot, drool, fur and tears all over the girl's rainbow sweater. Seriously, how much did that kid love bright colors? Wearing a sweater with this heat... Not that it was any of my business. I still didn't want to hit her though, so I would have to go around her now. Just a little moving. Should I ask them to move aside? The path WAS rather narrow. No, how could I talk to them like that when she looked so scared or sad? Ah, don't take pity on her me! She's just some random, unrelated crying little girl who you have nothing to do with, and whose fashion sense is kiddy as hell and whose pants are way too loose, specially in the back where she keeps her phone and earphones, that phone which was falling off right now-
"You were about to drop this." I told the little girl as I attempted to hand over the phone she nearly dropped. Though she seemed to aknowledge my presence, her crying didn't cease. I gave her a nervous smile as her father thanked me and took the phone from my hands, apologizing for the mess. "What's wrong? What happened?"
"'ee cwursed me!.. Pawsies...wet..." It was impossible to understand her. What the heck was I doing? I shouldn't got any more involved. But seeing her like this... "cwursed"? Did she mean cursed? Pawsies... Wet... I looked at her pants again. So loose... and there was that one spot where the fabric seemed a little rougher.
I got up, and pulled a chair next to the blue clothed table.
"So, can you tell my future, old hag? I'm a little worried about this semester. "
What the heck was I doing? I hated this, confronting this creepy lady! I dropped a few coins from my wallet. I heard footsteps behind me. Kushi? What the heck took him so long to come forth? If he had been here from the start, do doubt the situation would have already been handled.
"Old ha- Ah, yes, yes I will tell you your future. But for that insult, you will have a cursed future."
"Oooh, scary. Bet you pulled that act on that little girl too. Iori was her name, right?"
I could hear the father and daughter's confused expressions behind me. It wasn't that hard to figure out, her name tag from the elementary school uniform stuck out from the collar of her sweater if one just looked well enough. Not that I could see the last name anyway. I banged my hand on the table slightly tilted, causing the thing to shake a little. A lot more than expected even. It was probably very fragile, except for the crystal ball which remained mostly in place. I moved a foot into the blue cloth. Yep, it was there.
"Stop that brat, I'll really curse you!" She pointed one of those long fingernails of hers towards me, right at my nose. That smell was somewhat nostalgic.
"So, what's this curse gonna be? What are you going to curse me with? The toothmarked tarot cards? That junk you bought from the archeological museum next town over? Seriously, couldn't you at least have removed the price tags from the shells?" The table tilt had revealed the insides somewhat. Not far from a typical charalatan's literally cheap tricks. "Or maybe you're going to pull some bad future from this painted lamp?"
I quickly reached a hand underneath the blue cloth and pressed the switch, causing the "crystal ball" to light up.
"You brats have no respect. Goes right to show technology is all you ever think about." The hag gritted her teeth.
I grinned a little. I won.
"I don't want to hear that from some greedy, petty old woman. I bet you're just good at looking at the obvious right? I bet you told her how she owns a cat, or like that morning magical girl show. I bet your threat was really personal too. Like threatening to put her back in potty training when she's obviously just stopped wetting the bed. Cheap tricks and empty threats. All to back on girl for ignoring you while she played a game on her phone and some measily yen. Then look at what you spend it in, is that a new fashion trend, glueing fake nails to your fingers?" I scoffed and stood from the chair. My job was done. I won. I turned to the litlte girl and put my hands on my pockets. "Curses, magic...none of it's real. Nothing's gonna happen to you."
The old woman stood up from her chair as well.
"You brat! You insolent... You're dooming a little girl to a life of self-indulgence and laziness, never knowing beyond her mobile devices! That is it! May you really be cursed, your future shall see a time when that recklessness of yours shall catch up with you, and your past shall appear again to haunt you! May that haunting be the downfall of your pride..."
I didn't believe any of it, but I still felt myself subconsciously picking up a faster pace as I walked away hands pocketed, until I heard running behind me. I turned around just in time for a certain little girl to crash into me and wrap her arms around my leg, instantly covering that side of my pants in snot and drool.
"Thank you for for beating that meanie onii-chan! You're really smart." The girl looked up to me and grinned.
"I uh...I.." Wait. Beat? Won? Did I just...
I just totally showed off to this girl and her father, didn't I? AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I, no I... Ah, I mean, that guy! Yeah, that guy was the one that told me to say those things. He figured it all out, I was just saying them cause he was helping to calm you down, that's all!" I desperately pointed at Kushi, extending my full arm. Kushi himself seemed confused, as did the girl who dropped her hug. She looked at Kushi. then back at me. Then at Kushi again. Then once more to me. And lastly she nodded.
"Well, I guess that makes sense. Bye-bye, onii-chan!" She waved at me as she rushed to Kushi now.
I nearly dropped to my knees with my sigh. With my leg in that state, there was no way I wouldn't stand out.
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Tag: Ceemuhrie
"Hey is that..."
"No way!"
"Kyah! I think he looked this way!"
"He's so handsome, I think I'm gonna faint!"
Ah, those were the sounds. The beautiful squeaking noises of crushes and admirers, of the opposite gender of course. Having all the girls swoon over you like that, even as you simply walked down the street still displaying some of that inevitable little bit of bedhair, it was any guys dream! It was, beyond a doubt, so great that I could get hit by a truck now and not even have to go to another world to be die happy. That is, if it was happening to me.
"Should we turn this corner, Hoki? It'll be less crowded that way." Mr. Handsome himself, Kushi Utsu, flashed me a smile as a pointed towards a certain narrow path in between two houses. The other side run next to the river, but due to poor maintenance the road was a disagrace, making it painful to walk through. On top of that, nobody liked risking falling into the river while carrying a metric ton of books, and as a result, the only people crossing that path nowadays were mostly people who inhabited that street. I sighed.
"Are you sure? It's a hard place to go through. Plus we're surrounded by a bunch of girls who would probably leap to the ground if you dropped some sweat and then would lick it off...and Shinji. I already told you, you don't need to be considerate. Nobody will give me a glance if I'm with you anyway."
"Who says I'm being considerate? Maybe I just want to show off how well I know you, best friend." The wink that followed was his usual sign of having something in his pocket. "Here's another tidbit: I bet you're just underplaying yourself as usual. I bet you'd be super popular if you just tried."
"Do you ever tone down that charm, damm it?"
The two of us continued to walk as if nothing had been spoken, until we passed by that hole and slithered through it, bags in hand and all. By the time we popped out of the narrow alleywey, our uniforms were all wrinkly and dirty. My eyes were immediately set on tapping out the dust and bits of dust that had gotten stuck in those clothes of mine.
"Uwah, the disciplinary comittee is gonna scold us for this for sure. I don't want them to walk up to me during break...maybe I should just turn myself in. What's that noise anyway?"
As I lifted my gaze again, Kushi was pointing towards a little girl on her knees in the middle of the road, bawling her eyes out. Her dad was kneeling right beside her, carefully attempting to stroke her hair while avoiding the cute little bow with a bunny underpin resembling that of the main character of a certain magical girl series that aired in the morning right before kids that age usually had to go to school. "Good Morning Magical Rim-rim-chan!", was it (not that I would know, no, not at all, no interest in that kind of stuff...)?
On the girl's other side was her backpack, complete with a logo of the mascot of that show I most definitely knew nothing about, thus confirming my suspicions. The contents of the bag were poured out from it's slight opening, a picture book, one with kanji for those just beggining to write, and a rather colorful pencilcase which had slipped partially under the blue cloth that covered a certain table. Sat at that table was an elderly woman with wet hair tungled to the back, donning a black robe in spite of the heat. Her rugged arms were crossed and her chin raised up as she looked down on the little crying girl with a frown. It was rather obvious that she played some part in the girl starting to whail like that. She, and perhaps her creepy collection of trinkets, tarot, and round opaque "crystal" ball right at the center of the table.
Yep, this was one situation I didn't want to get involved with.
I'd just need to pass through and ignore the crying girl. Her bawling was rather irritating though, but I would put up with it. I didn't even have to look. Nonetheless, curiosity got me to take just a little peek. There was snot, drool, fur and tears all over the girl's rainbow sweater. Seriously, how much did that kid love bright colors? Wearing a sweater with this heat... Not that it was any of my business. I still didn't want to hit her though, so I would have to go around her now. Just a little moving. Should I ask them to move aside? The path WAS rather narrow. No, how could I talk to them like that when she looked so scared or sad? Ah, don't take pity on her me! She's just some random, unrelated crying little girl who you have nothing to do with, and whose fashion sense is kiddy as hell and whose pants are way too loose, specially in the back where she keeps her phone and earphones, that phone which was falling off right now-
"You were about to drop this." I told the little girl as I attempted to hand over the phone she nearly dropped. Though she seemed to aknowledge my presence, her crying didn't cease. I gave her a nervous smile as her father thanked me and took the phone from my hands, apologizing for the mess. "What's wrong? What happened?"
"'ee cwursed me!.. Pawsies...wet..." It was impossible to understand her. What the heck was I doing? I shouldn't got any more involved. But seeing her like this... "cwursed"? Did she mean cursed? Pawsies... Wet... I looked at her pants again. So loose... and there was that one spot where the fabric seemed a little rougher.
I got up, and pulled a chair next to the blue clothed table.
"So, can you tell my future, old hag? I'm a little worried about this semester. "
What the heck was I doing? I hated this, confronting this creepy lady! I dropped a few coins from my wallet. I heard footsteps behind me. Kushi? What the heck took him so long to come forth? If he had been here from the start, do doubt the situation would have already been handled.
"Old ha- Ah, yes, yes I will tell you your future. But for that insult, you will have a cursed future."
"Oooh, scary. Bet you pulled that act on that little girl too. Iori was her name, right?"
I could hear the father and daughter's confused expressions behind me. It wasn't that hard to figure out, her name tag from the elementary school uniform stuck out from the collar of her sweater if one just looked well enough. Not that I could see the last name anyway. I banged my hand on the table slightly tilted, causing the thing to shake a little. A lot more than expected even. It was probably very fragile, except for the crystal ball which remained mostly in place. I moved a foot into the blue cloth. Yep, it was there.
"Stop that brat, I'll really curse you!" She pointed one of those long fingernails of hers towards me, right at my nose. That smell was somewhat nostalgic.
"So, what's this curse gonna be? What are you going to curse me with? The toothmarked tarot cards? That junk you bought from the archeological museum next town over? Seriously, couldn't you at least have removed the price tags from the shells?" The table tilt had revealed the insides somewhat. Not far from a typical charalatan's literally cheap tricks. "Or maybe you're going to pull some bad future from this painted lamp?"
I quickly reached a hand underneath the blue cloth and pressed the switch, causing the "crystal ball" to light up.
"You brats have no respect. Goes right to show technology is all you ever think about." The hag gritted her teeth.
I grinned a little. I won.
"I don't want to hear that from some greedy, petty old woman. I bet you're just good at looking at the obvious right? I bet you told her how she owns a cat, or like that morning magical girl show. I bet your threat was really personal too. Like threatening to put her back in potty training when she's obviously just stopped wetting the bed. Cheap tricks and empty threats. All to back on girl for ignoring you while she played a game on her phone and some measily yen. Then look at what you spend it in, is that a new fashion trend, glueing fake nails to your fingers?" I scoffed and stood from the chair. My job was done. I won. I turned to the litlte girl and put my hands on my pockets. "Curses, magic...none of it's real. Nothing's gonna happen to you."
The old woman stood up from her chair as well.
"You brat! You insolent... You're dooming a little girl to a life of self-indulgence and laziness, never knowing beyond her mobile devices! That is it! May you really be cursed, your future shall see a time when that recklessness of yours shall catch up with you, and your past shall appear again to haunt you! May that haunting be the downfall of your pride..."
I didn't believe any of it, but I still felt myself subconsciously picking up a faster pace as I walked away hands pocketed, until I heard running behind me. I turned around just in time for a certain little girl to crash into me and wrap her arms around my leg, instantly covering that side of my pants in snot and drool.
"Thank you for for beating that meanie onii-chan! You're really smart." The girl looked up to me and grinned.
"I uh...I.." Wait. Beat? Won? Did I just...
I just totally showed off to this girl and her father, didn't I? AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I, no I... Ah, I mean, that guy! Yeah, that guy was the one that told me to say those things. He figured it all out, I was just saying them cause he was helping to calm you down, that's all!" I desperately pointed at Kushi, extending my full arm. Kushi himself seemed confused, as did the girl who dropped her hug. She looked at Kushi. then back at me. Then at Kushi again. Then once more to me. And lastly she nodded.
"Well, I guess that makes sense. Bye-bye, onii-chan!" She waved at me as she rushed to Kushi now.
I nearly dropped to my knees with my sigh. With my leg in that state, there was no way I wouldn't stand out.