𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇. meguru bachira

IV

Bachira Meguru.  He was such a pretty boy. She liked the way his hair flapped. She liked the way he blinked when he was confused. Bachira Meguru. Eris, would not ever forget that name.

Actually, she likely would. People's names weren't of utmost importance to her. But telling herself that she'd remember made her seem like a good person. But she just wanted to seem like a person: good or bad. So she made her presence known to the world. She was too human that it made her vulnerable. Until, she died.

Rumour has it that when one is welcomed by death, they are transformed. When one loses it's ability to feel, it does not become an angel. When one can no longer want, it is not a demon. When one can simply no longer live. One becomes a sin. Eris is proof of that rumour.

It is true that an angel has a God. A demon has its Devil. So what does a sin have? A sin's God is the devil. "Bachira. Tell, me." her breath shook. "What on earth are you? What is football." That was an easy question. So easy for him.

What was football. "Football is fun. Football let's me connect with my monster." His monster? She sighed; she really was surrounded by strange boys. All 300 of them were likely to be even weirder than this boy. Still, she's  with the bottom of the bottom. She wants to know who's at the top.

"Miss Vasílissa. Do you have a monster?" He liked her because his monster did. His monster felt something about her. Bachira himself had to interest towards this female. Although, her aura. Something about it seemed like a lot. 

Frankly, she didn't know what that was but she had a rough idea. An explanation would have been greatly welcomed though. "A monster. No." Then why would his monster like her. Unless... His face showed off a massive smile. Unless, she was the monster herself.

The boy was now starstruck with her. To be your own monster was an incredible feat. "Be with me forever, okay? Miss Vasílissa." He told her. It was a sudden switch up, but she didn't mind too much. His eyes told her to keep him around. And she listens to the eyes and not the words. Even so, he had good words. His forever. The idea of being someone else's had always annoyed Eris. Not so much so with him. "So lovely." She muttered breathlessly. Blinded by him.

He was a funny person. Finally, Isagi Yoichi. The blueberry she first noticed. To be honest, she didn't think he was strong. However, she felt his potential. And he had the fire. There was enough of it to make an explosion. Isagi could be great.

Eris would make sure of it.

That was what she was called to do in the first place. To do her job, and get paid. She was being used. She knew that, but she wasn't surprised by it. Eris had always been somebody's tool. Still, she tends to run. She tends to hide away from things that terrify her.

Shouldn't she have been used to it by now? It was stupid of her to still hide. Fear got people nowhere. She rejected fear and if that itself was too strong, she fled. Eris was a coward. Eris was a brave coward.

Mosquitos tended to come towards humans. Mosquitos were terrified of humans. They ran away the second they were noticed, but they came towards those very humans each time. Because they wanted something.

Brave bugs, truly. Again and again, they never understood. And just like them, she never stayed away. To run away does not mean to escape. To hide does not mean to go into hiding.

It was inevitable that one day it would catch up eventually. Humans could never be free and neither could bugs because they needed to survive. You have to risk things if you want to live, it's so simple. Yet, it's so hard.

"I'm Isagi Yoichi. Pleased to meet you, Miss Vasílissa." She nodded. He was respectably polite. She didn't know what to ask him. Football was special to him; she could tell.

Her thoughts shivered 'til her mind came up with something. "Isagi. Will you lose?" Honestly, there was no right or wrong answer. It deoended in how it was said. How it was explained.

The answer itself was useless. "Yes." Honest, she liked that. Still, she was waiting for him to continue. "But, I'll win after. Again and again. I'll break the legs of those who walk on me. Devour them." Devour was a weird way to describe it.

Devouring. She knew he meant it metaphorically, but still it felt weird. To consume somebody — This boy was dangerous. Eris has always been a magnet for danger. It's not something she found calming even with it's exhilarating circumstances.

People who like danger get hurt in the end. Eris hates getting hurt. Eris may not be able to understand hate often, but she hated pain, and she hated him. She hated how he looked down on her as if she was lower than him. The fact that she was better was clear, yet he challenged her authority so often.

And that did not put him at danger, but instead endangered Eris herself. She may have a lot of pride, however, she is not to blame for that sense of pride. The girl has done well.

She's successfully gathered those who she believed had some potential within them. Someone who wouldn't grow at a slow pace, someone who will make sacrifices, someone like these boys. These boys have sacrificed so much to take the risk of playing Ego's game.

He was toying with them. It was so obvious to her, but that may only be due to the fact she witnessed it first hand. Her eyes were good. She had an eye for those who will rise to victory. If she found someone who managed to exceed what she believed to be their limit, she'd cause chaos.

Eris would claim them before others could get their hands on her prize. After all, it would've been her who worked so hard to get them that far. People with talent were precious due to their rarity. She knew very well that humans who were cocky often had no talent.

"Let's go train."

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Thank you for reading.
Rewritten: 18th of March 2024.
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Word count:1072.