Curse Of Reality [A Sanscest Story]

Chapter Ten - The Mean Old Lady

Killer kept snapping his head around to glare at people who stared at him with judging looks. He then looked back at Cross and huffed, "just who the hell do they think they are?"

Cross chuckled and stopped in his tracks as they reached the shop, "dont blame them you aren't exactly the best looking person."

"Hey! You take that back!"

Cross ignored him and looked towards the lady who was behind the stand. She was old, probably well over seventy. Her face was creased with years worth of wrinkles and a sharp frown was drawn across her face. She stared at Cross with cold, gray eyes and scoffed, "well stop staring........young folks these days can't even learn decent manners!"

Her words were spoken in a whisper but she made sure they heard her. Her eyes met Cross again and she snapped, "well what the hell do you keep staring for!? You gonna get something or not!?"

Cross smiled at her softly and placed about 200 G down, "I'd like the usual please."

The lady stared hard at the G and turned around. She mumbled a while as she went from shelf to shelf picking items off. Soon enough she came back with one arm full of Cross's items and another carrying a plastic bag. The lady placed them on the counter and waved Cross off, "well go on! No need to stick around! Or are you going to stare at me again like a damned creep?"

Cross shook his head and gave Killer the bag, "have a nice day ma'am it was nice talking to you!"

The only response he ended up getting was a cold scoff.

Killer shuffled behind Cross absolutely bewildered. As soon as they left sight of the shop Killer opened his mouth, "who the hell shoved a stick up her ass? I mean seriously? She could've been a lot nicer seeing as you're the only one who gives her business!"

Cross sighed and turned to face Killer, "cut her some slack Killer, she's got a lot to deal with."

Killer laughed and slung the bag over his shoulder, "deal with what? Seems to me all her problems probably come from her nasty attitude!"

Cross frowned and continued to walk on, "you remember that one Au we attacked? When was it? About three years ago?"

Killer looked to the ground, "you mean the one that messed Horror up?"

Cross nodded, "I found out a little while ago that the lady and her family lived in that Au, her family was massacred when we attacked, by Dust I presume...she acts so coldly because she found out who I was. I've been trying to give her some business, to, I don't know, I guess to kinda apologize."

Killer smirked, he didn't like talking about this so he tried to lighten the mood, "y'know Cross, you're too soft, maybe ya should've stayed with the Golden Boys after all."

Cross scoffed, "and then what? Get kidnapped like Blue and still have to deal with you idiots? No thank you, if I'm going to have to waste my brain cells I at least want special privileges with it!"

Killer laughed and started to increase his pace to catch up with Cross, "Now listen here-"

Killer paused as Cross's hand suddenly clapped over his mouth. Killer began to try to speak but Cross shook his head telling him to be quiet. Killer looked around with confusion trying to see what was going on.

Cross's hand dropped from Killer's mouth as Cross looked over at Killer, "do you have a knife on you?"

Killer smiled and pulled a rather sharp pocket knife out of his pocket, "always."

Cross looked around again, his voice lowered to a whisper, "you're going to need it, I think one of Ink's little spies is following us."

Then, as if nothing had happened, they continued to walk on. Though this time Killer had his hand gripped tightly to his knife. Cross would also occasionally turn his head to look behind them.