If she was being honest with herself, Ruby knew that she was far from the best at keeping secrets or her composure in social events, but she knew the difference between serious matters and non-serious matters. In this case, having what looked like a future diary in her hands must be categorize as important especially when it was her own.
Presently, she'd found a quaint coffee shop near her favorite Valve comic store where she found herself nestled into the obscurest area at the corner where she hoped no one else would sit. Yang often told her to step out of her comfort zones and meet new people, and Ruby did have all the motivation, but it never seemed to work.
Hence, the quiet spot at the corner: Perfect.
It was the social loner thing to do, but it was a habit she was fine with keeping.
Yang called it childish, but Ruby wasn't a child anymore.
She was mature, and mature adults knew that when you were doing something dubious, you had to have a cover to not draw attention.
Carefully, Ruby placed her Valve comics in front of her overtop the table and pretended to read them while actually whispering discreetly to herself.
"Shirou, you really can't see this?" Ruby asked nervously.
Once more, Ruby was holding the 'Sword of Remnant' in her hands and gesturing in the spot she knew Shirou to be in spiritual form.
"No, I don't see anything," Shirou reaffirmed, though this time there was a tad more interest. Based on how Ruby was acting, Shirou could tell that it really didn't seem like this wasn't just another instance of silliness. "Is there something I should be seeing?"
Ruby nodded her head quickly. "A book, my book-and it's dis..ap.. ...?" Ruby trailed off seconds after she'd started. Her future diary was practically fading away in her hands, and the moment she stopped talking, it became visible again.
"What book?" Shirou inquired curiously.
Ruby pursed her lips, looking from her future diary to Shirou, then back to her future diary.
No way, it couldn't be possible.
Ruby wet her lips and tried again. "It's called the Sword of-"
The diary flickered again, nearly fading completely. Ruby shut her mouth, and stopped talking, letting the diary slowly restabilize.
W-Was she not allowed to tell anyone?
Without warning, Ruby scrutinized her future diary and opened the first page where a line of text not in her own hand writing glowed.
[The smallest actions may lead to the greatest changes. As agreed, the flap of one's wings should belong solely to that sole butterfly]
-A veteran traveler.
A symbol of a butterfly flapping its wings followed the message before it all faded away.
"Master? You were saying?" Shirou asked after noting Ruby's long silence, and the peculiarity of her behaviour. She was jittery, eyes dilated in alarm.
"N-Nothing," Ruby waved the issue off, shutting down any of Shirou's further attempts to probe while feeling awful. It never felt good to brush away someone else's concern especially when you knew that they just wanted to help.
"If you say so," Shirou remarked skeptically before going silent but alert.
Ruby then took the opportunity to look over her Valve comics, but in actuality, she was staring right at her future diary laid out over the table. No one else but her seemed able to see it, no matter how many times she glanced at others to verify.
YOU ARE READING
The Huntsman of Red V2
AdventureGuardian, Protector, Hero, and perhaps something more, that was what he had always meant to her, but to others he was simply known as the Huntsman of Red, Remnant's final hope. This story is not mine, it belongs to Parcasious
