Forest of Secrets (CoQ)

Tell Sakamiya to Stop Messing With My Head!

quick comments would be great-

"Wait, is this a Boys Love story? If I had known that, I wouldn't have read it. Oh wait, I'm the authors mascot. It's my job. Damn. I don't get paid enough for this." -Akira Eliza

The Werewolves were once of royalty and some are born as a Fenrir. They have natural fighting skills that exceed others.

Noroi

There were a few problems that I have yet to deal with. The most obvious one? First rule of thumb: Don't touch the peach. Unless you want him to kill you. I still have a hole in my hand from his fangs! If he found me biting his leaves of pride, I'd get a serious ass kicking. He may not speak enough to rant, but I would definitely get some distance and the stink eye for a week at least.

"Cute . . . " Came from my lips before I could catch it.

" . . . Huh?" My mind just fried. What did I just say? It's best to not think about it. You won't catch me dead with a love letter towards a guy. My concern should be about Sakamiya, not how I feel. I crawled back in the tent (I had to go outside to catch the Wind Message) And took a look at how he was doing. The bleeding mostly stopped, but after reading that pesky brochure, It was confirmed that his leaves will not stop bleeding until a werewolf takes care of it. Or just rip it all off, but that's painful. I took the bloody towel off to take a closer look at it. Yep. Still bleeding. But not too badly. Just a slow drip. I wasted no time lifting his head up and biting his leaves. The taste of blood exploded in my mouth, and I had no choice but to choke it down and stifle a coughing fit. I was just about to pull away when a hand shoved my face off. I got knocked off square on my butt. He was growling angrily, and his teeth were swollen again.

"I had to stop the bleeding. Kozaku told me to!" He opened his mouth to speak- and I saw it. His tongue was cleanly cut off, glistening and veiny and red. He snapped his teeth shut as soon as my eyes landed on his tongue for a fraction of a second. It might be better if I looked dumb instead of making him believe that I saw it, it'll stop the awkwardness. I gave him a blank look. It looks like it threw him off track, because he took his attention off of me.

"So what happened? Are you alright?" He went outside, probably to pick up a stick. He came back in and wrote quickly in the dirt.

Three dryad Pixies bit me.

"Well that explains it." I pondered his words. At this point, any feeling I had in my bones iced over, leaving me cold and empty. I got up and left my functioning in the hands of auto-pilot.

"Well, come on then." I walked out of the tent, but Sakamiya didn't follow. I peeked my head back inside. He looked up at me.

"Come on. We have three pixies to find and capture." For the record, dryad Pixies are fairly uncommon. They burst into a pile of ashes when they die and their wings, if pulled out flawlessly, can catch a pretty Yari. It's better if you have a pair. They can be ground up into a healing potion just as effective as a Phoenix tear.

"Mmm." He trailed behind me as I looked for the little imps.

"What did they look like?" Uh-oh. That would require him to speak. Thinking that I just dug my grave, I watched as he headed back in the direction of our tent. Wait, I didn't dig my grave. I made it shallower. If he thinks that I don't know about his split tongue, and that I even go so far as to treat him like he has it, he wont suspect a thing. He came outside with his purple sleeping bag.

"Were they all purple?" He shook his head no.

"One of them?" He shook his head no again.

"Two?" This time, he nodded his head yes.

"Well, that makes this easier, doesn't it?" He continued to trail after me. After about ten minutes, I noticed his breaths became heavy and ragged. I looked behind me, and he was a little ways away. I turned around and ran towards him.

"Sakamiya, you good?" His face was red and he looked like his body was killing him. I felt his forehead, and, as expected, he moved out of my way.

"Would you let me help you?" I barked, and this time, he held still.

"Thank you." I placed the back of my hand on his forehead. It was hot.

"Never mind. We're marching you right back to bed." I walked past him towards the tent, but felt his hands embrace my own.

"Huh?' I turned the upper half of my body to face him. He grabbed my hand and placed it on his cheek.

"Warm." Of course he said that word. He could say it without his tongue.

And then it hit me. As soon as he said that word, the word that I've heard over and over for nearly ten years, it hit me.

It's him.

The wonder everyone in town has been talking about for the past decade.

The guy on the mystery poster that I grew up with. I remember it all. When I was little, staring at the poster like my life depended on it. Holding my stuffed bunny, something that was my best friend back then. Before Bokili dragged me away to get back inside, I remember. I'd stare at that poster just outside my house every day. Everyone talked about him. Everyone seen him. Everyone listened to his music on repeat. Everyone knew of him. But no one knew him. It was the voice. So different, yet so beautiful. Not one complaint in all of Gatriongoria was pulled towards that band.

Towards him. No one even knew his name.

Except me.

"Girls hands." I whispered. His cheeks turned red and he pulled away. His hands were soft without a single callous or scar. They were warm and small, truly like a girl's. It could have been a romantic moment, where one of us says "I love you." But of course, my natural response to awkward moments is to ruin them. Make it my mission. I pushed too far and touched his cheek, spinning my thumb in a circle. His breath hitched and his eyes widened. When they did, I realized that this time, I really had done a grave mistake. He slapped my hand away and backed off.

"Crap. Too far. Sorry." My face heated up and I looked away. He growled and bared his teeth, getting in my face. He was a spitting, growling ball of anger, even if he couldn't speak. Tears pricked his eyes, and soon two fat drops spilt out onto his cheek.

You fucking dense idiot

He chicken scratched in the dirt, then stomped off. Crap. He probably thinks I did that just to play with his feelings.

congratulations, Noroi. You leveled up. You went from level one jerk to level two ass hole.