Ethereal Madness

Chapter 8- Precious Child

  I woke up instinctively blocking my face just to realize there was no threat. My arms trembled and my heart practically rammed into my chest. I stared at my hands, confirming that I did indeed still have the gauntlets on.

A demon weapon, huh? Guess that means I'm like Arthur. Hopefully I don't pick up any weird habits because of this, like fighting reality warping people in alleyways or befriending dark angels.

Speaking of Arthur, I should probably tell him about this. Eh, maybe I'll just go tell him in the morning. I jerked to the left, laid back down and closed my eyes, only for light to instantly pierce my eyelids.

Eh?

I stared at the curtains in front of me that were emanating blinding light.

It's already morning? But when? How?

I glanced over at my t.v.

I want to play some more Tekken honestly. Last night's spree was lit.

"Seven game winning streak baby!"

Unfortunately, I did promise I'd visit those three today.

A grin etched onto my face as an ugly thought whisked into my brain.

Well then. Since it is morning, I should definitely boast about this to Arthur. I want to see his reaction to me being a weapon user as well. Should I though? It's still early morning and he probably doesn't want to be bothered right now.

"The decisions already been made!" I was about to leap out of bed when I noticed the lower half of the bed was significantly warmer...and wetter.

Flashbacks of Ami's knockout punch centimeters from my face plagued my thoughts.

She really is something else...I have to wash my sheets now too. I'll get her back the next time I see her. I swear.

After a quick shower and a detour to the laundry room, I scurried over to Arthur's room, which is only a couple doors down from mine. Expectedly, his door was closed but it's not like he ever locks it.

I grabbed the handle and flung the door open. Inside, Arthur was lying on his bed asleep.

As usual, he's knocked. I almost feel bad waking him up. But the deed must be done.

"Yo Arthur!" 

I saw his body freeze up for a second before returning to its earlier lifeless state.

"I know you're awake," I said.

Two seconds passed before he turned over. His glare was almost murderous but it was clear he was too tired to show how irritated he felt.

He slipped his hand under his covers and pulled out his phone. He glanced at it before tossing it aside and returning his focus to me.

"Tucker, confirm this for me. It is Saturday, correct?"

Uh oh. This can't be good.

"Yeah?"

"So there's no school today, right?"

"Yeah."

"So what reason could you possibly have to wake me up at eight in the morning?" He asked with a tinge of aggression.

"I wanted to show you these!" I said, flexing my arms.

"Gloves?"

"No, they're gauntlets! Gauntlets!"

"I mean, they look cool I guess." He spoke with little enthusiasm.

"You're missing the point. It's a demon weapon. Like your knife."