Of Love and Death.

The Future Chapter 5: The Mysterious Masked Blader!

I don't think there are any warnings unless you count a bit of implied breaking and entering up until the time skip. That being said, settle in folks, this chapter's a bit on the long side. Like around 3,000 words. 

      It was dark out. 

      Nighttime actually, as a lone figure walked inside a house. The hooting of an owl was the only other sound than their muffled footsteps. They appeared to be in the kitchen of the house, but what were they doing there?

      Why are you looking at me? I'm the narrator, do I look like I know? 

      Ugh, fine, I'll tell you. 

      The mysterious figure bent down to the table, and appeared to write something down on a piece of paper. A glimmer of light caught on an envelope as they placed the paper inside. Silently, the figure crossed over to the TV room, which was adjacent to the kitchen, and picked up an object. It appeared to be a book of a sort. The figure opened the book and placed the envelope inside of it.

* * * 

      Bel placed his soup bowl in the dishwasher. He yawned a bit, it was getting really late and he'd been woken up last night by some weird sounds coming from downstairs. "Someone's tired," Father said from the kitchen table where he was still finishing up the last dregs of dinner. 

      "You're telling me you didn't get woken up last night?" Bel grumbled. 

      "Oh I did. I just have parent powers that allow me to function on 3 hours of sleep," Father grinned. Dad then faceplanted in his soup, blue hair getting bits of onion in it. Everyone just kind of blinked at that. 

      "Maybe you should take Dad up to bed," Jamie said from her place on the couch. 

      "Yeah...that's a good idea," Father said, hauling his husband out of the soup bowl. 

       "Hello Mr. Soup Person," Dad mumbled in a nearly unintelligible voice, his eyes still closed. Father paused, then just smushed a napkin in his face to get the soup off. 

        Bel rolled his eyes at his parents as he passed through the kitchen to join his sister on the couch. He flopped back onto the blue cushions with the relieved sigh that comes from having no school tomorrow. Bel sunk into the couch and proceeded to yank the fleece blanket off of Jamie. "You have your own blanket!" she exclaimed, yanking it back. 

       "Well yours is better!" Bel bickered, trying to tug the red fluffy cover back. Jamie wasn't letting go, however. Bel paled when he saw his sister smirk. Jamie let go of the blanket, causing Bel to go toppling backward. CRASH!

      "Everyone alive?" The call came from upstairs. 

     "Yeah!" Jamie shouted back. 

      Bel had the blanket though. 

      Which wasn't so useful when you're hanging precariously off the side of the couch with your head upside down. It was the stack of books Bel's head had knocked over that had made the crash. "Huh?" Bel said, squinting a bit as he tried to make sense of something he saw.

      "What is it?" Jamie asked, crossing over to Bel's side of the couch and peering over the side with him. 

       Bel righted himself, and the object came into clearer focus. Amidst the pile of books was some kind of thin black thing rimmed in gold. He reached out and grabbed it. He stared at the envelope. It was thin, probably only with a single piece of paper in it. Turning it over, so that he could see the front, he saw a single word written in gold lettering.