A spy's weakness

Scarves

-R7- the next day.

Blood 👀

I found something In my room the other night, an odd, soft pink scarf. I decided I would gave it a tag with my name on it and give it to C, he likes scarves. 

And when I got there. I couldn't find him. Anywheｒe, I haven't checked the courtyard yet, eh, I'll find him later. No, something in my gut says to find him now. 

I ran to the courtyard, It was a giant square of land with a sidewalk border, that has a couple benches scattered around. In the square after the sidewalk was mainly grass with a small amount of decorations, like a few trees the Gardening Club had planted, as well as some plant and flower holding cubes in a small circle, with an opening to allow people to get in and out. Then there is, of course, one, giant, blossoming, Autumn CherryBlossom Tree. It was beautiful this year around, but I had to go look for C.

"Mourir maintenant serait une belle chose

Un endroit heureux ne peut pas être trouvé

Pas aujourd'hui,

Pas aujourd'hui.

Pas. Aujourd'hui..

Mais un jour, j'espère

Je peux me libérer de cet abus

Avoir quelqu'un à appeler 'Protecteur'

Frère est parti, il a une vie meilleure maintenant

Mais je crains que ça ne fasse qu'empirer..."

"..C? Is that you?" I asked to the earily singing voice. It sounds like a children's rhyme, sweet and Ernest. 

It quieted, and I looked around the courtyard frantically. Something told me that song was not happy. Not Ernest or sweet. Something told me is was dark, and fearful. Perhaps it was the quivers in the voice that sang it. Perhaps it was the sobbing. I couldn't locate the voice, but it did sound like C, but it was so.. weird.

Thunk

I turned around, to see a Giant axe in the Grass underneath the tree, pinning a couple petals with it. I look up above the axe to a branch. I thought I heard another thud so I went to go check. Nothing. 

I went to inspect the axe. It was red and looked extremely old, but well taken care of. It had a ton of blood stains. Some newer than others, they looked very old, too. Except for one, it was on the edge of the sharp part of the axe. It looked to be made only a couple years ago.

Shuffling. I look up at the crook of the tree, and was met with Amber-Maple eyes, looking at me innocently. His pupils narrowed upon seeing me.

"Is that your axe?"

"Yup"

"How OLD is it?"

"I wouldn't know." 

"Anyways, I found this in my home, father said I should give it to you" 

His face look puzzled, But I handed him the scarf. He looked at it, and then back at me, this time, his pupils dilated upon looking up at me. 

"Thank you.."

"Why don't you try It on?" 

He looked at me anxiously, so I softend my harsh gaze. He nodded and undid his orange scarf. I felt surprise fill my head, as on his neck were a lot of major injuries and bruises, they looked cared for.  He quickly wrapped the new scarf onto his neck, not caring to make the bow, or take off the tag.