The Beauty and the Idiot

Chapter XVIII

Five days before the catastrophe...

Another day in MDR like the rest. I also found out for what MDR stands for.

Möbiusde Demokratik Regno. Aka. "Mobius Democratic Reign".

Sounds like something I could come up with... Anyway. Lika wanted to check out Nutmart again, and of course, dragged me with her. Usually everyone looks at everyone with the biggest smile and that, but that day less people started to be kind. 

Which was odd, this world can only be kind, there is not a single ounce of evil in here.

Or it was because of the nights I barely slept, and thus started to see things. Whatever it was, it wasn't that much of an importance around that time. Only after we arrived in Nutmart I realised, no, Lika and I both realised something weird.

There were two people arguing. 

For me, it was something I had seen so often during my lifetime, after all, from where I came from arguments were a daily thing. I bet you all deal with arguments on almost a daily basis.

But for Lika it was something new. For everyone in that store, it was new. I bet they never even experienced an argument before. She tried to resolve it, successfully did, though, it felt like it was only resolved temporarily. 

Usually, Lika likes it to talk, but this argument stuck within her mind. She was way quieter than normal. Only after we left, she decided so talk about it with me.

"Well... That was odd..."

"Not really."

"Not really?"

"I mean... Arguments are a part of normal life. The fact it took so long for an argument to appear is odd."

"I don't really seem to follow you... Is it something from your world again?"

"I guess you can say that... 

People really don't argue here?"

"Not at all. I barely even remembered that word."

"If you say it like that, it does sound a bit weird..."

"I bet things will sort out again. Everyone has an argument once in a while."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, let's get on going again."

"If you say so.."

Things were definitely out of the ordinary now. The people weren't as cheerful as a week before, everyone seemed to be more stressed than usual. Hell, people in here weren't stressed at all before.

Even the usual perfect weather was now getting cloudier with each day. It felt like a storm was brewing up. What was the storm going to look like anyway? BBQ sauce? Now I know it, it was water, but a week earlier I was kinda hoping to see a storm happen any time soon. Just to see how it looks like, of course. 

For the rest of the day, Lika was mostly quiet. It's not like I never saw her serious before, but seeing this Lika in this world being quiet out of the sudden worried me. She wouldn't talk about it, no matter what. Isn't the first time...

Not wanting to dig into her comfort zone, I left the topic be and let her be for the rest of the day. Instead, I looked around the flat a bit more. Stayed in the living room where the ridiculous large spider was before, checked on the deflated rubber duck.

Yes, it was still deflated and stored away.

As I wanted to walk back to the bedroom, I walked past the mirror. I know from what I heard the mirrors are like, the only things keeping us safe from whatever evil is on the other side. That evil is probably our world, isn't it?

Like, when you look into the mirror, you usually see your reflexion. Can't I see mine because I was never supposed to be here in the first place? I don't know. The only evil I can think of is my world.

Or some mythologically beast, that works too.

But I realised something odd about this mirror. It had a small crack. 

It was that small, you need to check the mirror twice to see it, but it was there. From where did that crack come from? A million rubber ducks couldn't even scratch that mirror, what could've caused that?

Another reason for me to stay up late again. I probably should've got some sleep, but there were so many unanswered questions going through my mind. I didn't know where Kirai could be around that time, or what she could've possible caused to make any of this happen.

All I thought at the moment was, whoever it might be, it was definitely nothing good. You must be unnaturally strong to crack a mirror, even if it's just by the slightest. Maybe it was going to heal itself sooner or later, or someone would see it as well and do something about it. Whatever it might be, it couldn't be that serious.

Oh, how wrong I was.