Certainly, as you had expected, he was confused. Had no clue as to what he had just witnessed, which is just what you would expect from someone who had no clue as to what you were capable of. Still, how you would explain it to him? That was something you did not know how to do.
"Let’s just say this thing I carry has given me… power, kind of ties in to events in a place I originated from", you finally managed to say after a bit. "It’s a very long story to explain, and I don’t really think you’d want to sit through that." Of course, the last part may or may not have been true, although it merely was an attempt to sort of avoid discussing… past events.
"At least you should be safe now. And I’m certainly going to be making sure anything that was intended to be delivered here is checked. I’m not even certain why someone would have sent that."
…As unbelievable as that story was, it was the only reasonable explanation as to how she had just…disappeared to wherever the heck she had went…and then reappeared right back on your doorstep.
Now…you actually kind of wished you had seen the return address of that package.Perhaps it would have provided some sort of clue as to who had sent you such a lethal package. By now, it had probably blown up…and you were kicking yourself mentally for insisting that the package was not yours rather than actually taking a look at it.
"…Um…okay, Miss…" you finally just said, uncertainty still in your voice. "…Do you know where it came from?"
Probably not…but it couldn’t have hurt to ask her, now that the bomb was far away from the two of you.
Hearing nothing, she knew he was hiding from her.
"Come on out. There is no one back here but us." She called out, showing the irritation in her voice.
"We both already know about each other, do we not?"
The girl would get no reply, for the boy was still hiding behind the boxes. Did she think he was stupid? Of course he wouldn’t come out so easily! He wasn’t about to die like that!
The Second Diary holder had recently stolen a generous amount of money out of one of her victims corpses wallets to afford electricity in her home. But even with electricity—- the home was distasteful. The floorboards creaked, the ceilings leaked, the house often shifted due to harsh weather, and it was best not to walk about barefoot or else something could end up lodged inside the foot. Her ‘cave’ was creepy in the dark—- and in the light. It’d always be as such. Especially— with what hid amongst the house…
She watched genuinely as he began to eat— only for her to also notice the smallest detail.
Damn it Damn it Damn it!
She watched as the spoon dug into the cake—- unluckily the rat poison was still traceable! She was damn true it’d be perfectly untraceable! She’d even stirred it to perfection! There was nothing— unless—- it reacted in the oven and changed color.
She canted her head abnormally to the side as she looked at the child, that deceitfully innocent smile still present upon her facade. How long would she keep it there? Yet if one knew of her true nature— they’d be scared. Scared because they had no idea what she was thinking— what she was hiding— and what she was going to do next.
As fast as her fake smiles could appear, so did the distasteful and malicious look appear on her demeanor. She scrunched her nose, angry that she had failed, angry over the fact that this could’ve all been over if she had thought more carefully or stirred the cake batter better.
"Kids—- should eat their food. Or else be punished." She’d rather had said ‘rats should eat their poison’.
Instead, hands revealed themselves from underneath the table with a grin of mirth mixed with malice, that of which not being a good combination. In one hand was the lighter, the kids hand puppets in the other. She didn’t pause to make small chit chat, she immediately lit the puppets on fire, watching with complete and utter satisfaction as the fabric burned, their faces slowly vanished as the fire enveloped them. Yuno dropped the puppets onto the surface of the table as the fire began to get close to her fingers, but of course—- she looked at the child to see the desert of the course! THE REACTION!
He wanted to see this child cry. Cry like a first born child—- and Yuno knew—- she wouldn’t feel a tad bit of guilt for doing so either.
By now, the woman’s true demeanor had shown itself as clear as the green speck that tainted the yellow cake. That was literally the worst poisoning attempt she could have done. It was just so laughable how obvious it was. Had Reisuke not known she was a Diary Holder, he most certainly would have known now.
The faux smile that had fixed itself on her face would only last for a few seconds longer; eventually faltering before changing completely. What would show itself on her face was a look full of irritation. Though, that would change too; for it would twist itself into an odd combination of sickening amusement and hatred. Something that only the Second her self was capable of.
Was it time? Was it time to begin their little game of “Cat and Mouse”? With the look on the psychopath’s face…that’s what it looked like. He hadn’t been able to set too many traps in the half hour that was the baking time of the toxic treat. Some had been laying around however…
He should book it in three…two…
That was when a familiar pair of puppets were practically torn from the underside of the seat. They had been in the Gasai fortress all along.
…But the second they came out, a lighter would come out with them.
It wouldn’t take long for Reisuke to figure out what she would do. He would have stopped her. He would have climbed right onto the table and grabbed his puppets right back. Though…it would all happen far too quickly. Without a single pause to even think about reconsidering, the open flame would be brought to the soft fabric of the puppets…and would ultimately be lit ablaze.
No words would leave his mouth. Only a stunned silence as his widened eyes would lock themselves onto the blackening fabric of the puppets. Even if he had a glass of water on him now, it wouldn’t have made a difference. They couldn’t be saved.
…Just like his Mama and Papa.
Did the Second really just…
Instead of tears, the boy would just stare for a few more seconds; almost as if he were oblivious to the smoldering ashes in front of him. But then…he would completely and utterly snap.
Shoving away the poisoned cake, he would leap onto the table with scissors taken from his pocket in his hands.
“I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!!!”
With those words, he would lunge, aiming the blade at the girl.
Mama and Papa? Yuki’s eyebrows furrowed at the boy’s answer, but decided not to touch on that right now; he had no idea what that implied.
"I was just on my way home from the store to get more juice." He held up the bag he was holding for Rei to see, before dropping it down to his side once again. "That’s my house, don’t you remember?" He asked, pointing to the structure only a few yards away from where they were standing.
Now he thought it was the appropriate time to bring up the whole ‘parents’ dilemma. “But.. Rei.. I thought your parents were.. not here anymore.” He said, trying not to say the literal word: dead. He didn’t want the poor boy breaking down right in front of him.
The brunet pushed a few thoughts to the back of his mind, figuring Rei didn’t have to know. He had - along with Yuno - indirectly killed Rei’s parents a few years ago. And even though Yuki wasn’t the direct cause, he was definitely the reason why they were deceased. Who knows what Rei would do once he found out the real reason why his parents were no longer living?
…Well, it didn’t seem like he actually got that. He just frowned at the meager attempt to put death into “kiddy” terms. Even if he was a kid, he still knew that they were dead. They were dead and they weren’t coming back ever.
…He wished he knew more than that.
That wasn’t exactly the point of all this though. The point was to try and keep any suspicion off of him. He was really supposed to be in the orphanage right now…and he really didn’t want to get thrown right back into that horrible, horrible place. Even without the Survival Game to worry about, he hated it there.
But his big brother had nothing to do with it, right? He didn’t…and he couldn’t let his big brother know about it.
"Um…well, I got a new Mama and Papa after Mama Rea took me to that one place!" Reisuke told him. "Isn’t that what’s supposed to happen?"
Which…it was…but that didn’t happen before Reisuke made his escape.
She sighed. “Oh dear, the whole ‘what’s it like to be an alien’ thing, again”, she thought. She’d had told every human she met before, and she thought Dirk was the last person she would have to tell, but it seems like she was wrong.
"Pretty normal. Nothing special. I mean, look at it this way. I’ve always 8een like this. So, to me, you humans are the aliens. So if I ask you ‘what’s it like 8eing an alien’, your answer wouldn’t 8e much different from mine."
The boy remained silent for a moment, thinking about the strange alien girl’s answer. She did have a point. He had never seen the “weird alien things” before, but she probably hadn’t seen the “weird human things” either.
"I bet its really, really cool! A lot cooler than the stuff here and even more cool than living under a bridge!"
Masuoka felt the rumble of the building falling apart. Shit. Shit. Shit!! The whole house was coming down because of that fire up there. You’d think they’d have a sprinkler system on the ceiling. Or maybe it was malfunctioning or just really rusty. Oh god, he was starting to get really scared. Oh! The Diary app…
[PREDICTION: Outfield 1 inaccesible//Search for Outfield 2//Follow Pitcher to DEAD END]
Of course, as soon as he opened it up, the ‘Pitcher’ had run right past him. “Hah?” He turns a bit too late. He couldn’t grab him… This was getting a bit more ominous that it needed to be. He just stood there, cellphone closed and ignored as he tried to piece together an action.
With every second that passed, it seemed like he actually would wind up dying in a fire. Though, even with the situation growing more and more grim, he was still determined to get out. His thoughts were no longer on the Diary Holder that dwelled within the same burning walls.
Wait…wasn’t this a familiar scenario? Trying to escape before you were burned alive or something would crush you?
…Right. That horrible, horrible, massacre.
His Mama and Papa.
Enough of those thoughts. There had to be an exit somewhere!
Eyes would dart left and right before spotting a large clothing store. He hadn’t been to the mall too many times but…didn’t large stores like that usually lead to the parking lot?
Without a second thought, he dashed into the clothing store. Hopefully before the other could see him do so.
Something about this kid is off. “Yeah? What do you want little one?”
The little boy just stared at the man with a slightly confused expression; for he had no idea who he was or where he was.
"…Who are you, Mister?"
Of course, you fumbled around with the thing, but you soon had a secure grip on it. Immediately you scramble to put on your ring. There, that should help settle things. And with that you simply turn to face him and nod.
"I will be back in a sec", was all you managed to say before you tap into your powers… and teleport away. To where, who knew. But once you knew you were at a safe distance from where the kid was, as well as ensuring that the area you had chosen was clear, you left the damned thing there. And with that, you teleport right on back before where he was.
It hadn’t… been your intention to show the fact that you were different, but right now it was urgent. You did not want to have to deal with this today. Nope. And more so you mentally cursed yourself for not having checked this one time in spite of feeling odd about the thing itself.
You glance over at the kid. At least now the two of you were out of harm’s way.
"There. Gone now, I would say."
The more she would fumble with the bomb, the more of a chance there was that she would actually drop it. You did know a little bit about bombs; not as much as you knew about poisons and traps. Though, it was enough to know that dropping the bomb would only end in a violent death.
She would finally hold the bomb firm in her hands before reaching out to put on a ring. This action would greatly confuse you. Why would she put a ring on now? Did she perhaps want to look pretty before she died? Such an attempt wouldn’t help at all! Especially when they would both be blown to smithereens!
The strange woman would turn to you and tell you she would be back…only to just disappear in a flash. Your eyes would widen in shock as they would dart about, trying to figure out where the woman went. Had it all been a figment of your imagination?
Only seconds later, she would reappear right in front of you. This time, the bomb was not in her hands. Where did the bomb go? You didn’t really care, as long as it wasn’t near you.
But now you had so many more questions.
…And now you couldn’t even get them out.
Eridan-kun? He had never been addressed like that by any human before. He didn’t bother asking about it, however. The whole situation was awkward for the both of them to begin with.
"I think callin you Rei wwould suffice."
"Tell me little human, do i make you nervvous?"
Nervous? Well…maybe those weren’t the right words. He just wasn’t very used to weird people that ran around covered in paint as big flowing capes hung from their backs. If anything, this guy looked like some sort of cartoon character!
"I’ve just never seen people who paint themselves grey and wear capes! I think it looks really cool!"
She quickly stuffs the dress inside the closet, not really paying any mind to what was inside of it like she should be, given her situation. Maizono made the movie to shut the closet door again when she noticed a tiny foot twitch ever so slightly from behind the shield of frilly dresses.
Could it be the diary owner come to kill her? Was this the reason for her dead end!?
With a narrowed pair of eyes, she bends over slightly, pulling the door back open and gently pushing aside the mass of dresses to reveal a small boy.
She felt a small sigh of relief escape her pursed lips. It was just a little kid. No way was he the diary owner she was on the look out for.
She smiled in a friendly manner, tilting her head slightly at the boy.
"What’s this? Are you playing hide-and-seek in here?"
With thick, sparkling ruffles obscuring his view, it was pretty much impossible to tell if he was actually fully hidden or not. All he could do was just hope he was.
Though, it would soon be proven that he had done a rather terrible job at trying to hide. The mess of frills and lace would soon be moved from his view only to reveal the other Diary Holder staring right at him.
He would remain silent, unsure of what to even do until the girl would make the decision in the form of a friendly smile. It was obvious she must have thought that he was just a kid that had gotten lost.
Well, at least she didn’t think he was a Diary Holder…but now what?
Let’s just play the little kid act.
"Yes! I’m playing hide-and-seek!"