Forest of Secrets (CoQ)

Sakamiya is Scary

"Nice personality switch, Author. So unrealistic. This book is trash. So why am I reading this again? Right, I'm the authors character. Damn." -Akira Eliza

The dryads have healing properties in their blood and bodily functions.

Noroi

"HUUUH!?" Sakamiya practically yelled. I sighed, a pained expression on his face. In case you haven't noticed, Sakamiya is obviously better. With a side case of amnesia. I flinched. I like his voice; It's pretty, but that doesn't mean I like it when he's loud. Werewolf, people!

"You grabbed my hand and begged me not to leave you." I snipped. Might as well make things treacherous for him. That hurt, you jerk. His face exploded in red for the second time. So this is the guy everyone is hyped about to this day. We were sitting in the tent at the moment. I was sitting next to him and he was under the blanket laying down. He had just woken up and seemed as healthy as a ripe peach. Mm, peaches... He hid his head under the cover to hide his face. He rolled over and refused to face me. The blanket's corner dipped into the instant soup I heated up for him earlier and attempted to feed him. He shot me down, of course.

"Oi, don't get soup all over the blanket!" I barked. Then I added,

"There wouldn't be any soup to spill if you would have eaten it! Now it's cold." He lifted his hand under the blanket and flipped me off. A tic mark was now on my forehead. This asshole. Angrily, I (pointy-toothed and white half circles for eyes like some anime character) bit his finger. He yelped and retreated it, leaving me to steam off.

"Do you seriously not remember anything?" He shook his head.

"Okay, lets try again. What was the last thing you remember?" He grabbed his trusty stick.

I got bit.

Eh, simple enough.

What did I miss?

"Oh, the usual. I carried your naked ass all the way to the tent, fed you, stifled my nose since you smelled horrible, and then had to deal with the fact that you would not get off of me. Oh, and the dryad pixies bit you for a second time, but I caught them and now they're in a pouch that got nailed in a tree. The little pests have went without food since yesterday, so they're probably hungry." Oh, Project Peach is down. We have to reboot.

"Uh . . . Okay." Wait, if he can't remember anything, then that means he forgot that I know he's the lead singer of Winter's Warmth. Or, he used to be. Until he got his tongue gouged out.

But how does a singer loved by all of Gatriongoria end up in a slave shop in the middle of Kamaharia? To ask or not to ask, that is thy question. Yes, cliche moment intended. It's decided: I won't ask at all. I will just keep my mouth shut and (hopefully) forget about the whole ordeal.

But there was no way I could.

The greatest singer ever known was here before me, cuteness, muteness, hotheadedness and all. And his voice? Good Izu, it was the real deal. Sweet like honey yet sharp with the slightest flick of the tongue. He was a child prodigy, almost literally. He was only twelve when he disappeared, but that wasn't the only thing that made him special. His voice was it. he won rapping awards, acting awards, highest pitch, lowest pitch, all pitches, or whatever. You name it. Baritone, Alto, Soprano, He did it all. He could sound like a child or an adult. He was phenomenal. Speaking fast? Please. He won every award, all over the empire of Gatriongoria. But no one knew him. No one even knew what he looked like. All I've ever heard about him was his voice and mask. A white fox with darts on it. It makes sense, since he likes darts. Not like anyone knew that about him. No one ever did write an article about his personality in general, besides his brother. Itsuki, he was called. No one knew their last name. No one knew the singer's first name, either. Except me. His name was Itori. Sarcastic, comical, and innocent Itori. But the Itori I know is different. Distant. Untrusting. Touchy. Unreachable, above all. But what was he like beforehand? What was his personality like? Was he lively? clingy? Patient? The Itori I know and am familiar with, what if that is all a facade? What happened to him that changed him? I can't necessarily blame him for having trust issues after he got thrown in the slave shop, but something had to have happened for him to act this way. The guy that people paint as Gatriongoria's best singer is funny and trusting and lighthearted. Thats not Itori, not at all. Well, he's still funny. But it's more cute than funny. He doesn't mean to be humorous. Good Izu, I'm thinking again. I never did this before I met the guy. And what's one thing I'm good for? Ruining the moment and crushing it beneath my foot, that's what!

What will happen to the fairies?

He returned to writing in the dirt. This time, there was no comfort. Everything seemed strained and slow.

"I don't know, I planned to kill them." This is him.

Seriously? You didn't bother to think about it?

"I planned on talking with you!" This is the most famous person in all of Gatriongoria.

I'm a slave now. I can't have a say. This is what he's reduced himself to?

"You're not a slave to me. You seem like a normal dryad." Hell, stop thinking about it. I'm obsessing. It's him. This is him. The words won't stop ringing in my head, over and over and over again. I can't think about anything else. He was so loved. But the big question is: What the hell happened to him?

"Gong, I yein nyoo." He mumbled something under his breath. Of course, without his tongue, it sounded like complete nonsense. I couldn't understand a single syllable out of that.

"Huh? What did you say?" His face exploded in red, and he hid back under the blanket. Well, that was . . . Unusual.

"We need to talk more about those fairies. What do you suggest?" He poked his head out of the covers and wrote kill in the dirt, this time with his finger.

"Okay . . . That's a start. All of them?" He nodded, his face still pink. What ruffled his feathers?

"And where should we go afterwards?"

My village is nearby. No one will recognize me. We just have to make it to the church. My grandma lives there. Shes Izuan. Izuan, worshiping our goddess of change. Famous for wearing a plain white dress, with long black hair. But there was something unique about her. Can you guess what it is? She doesn't have a face. Well, she has a mouth. And a nose. But the top of her face, where her eyes and eyebrows are supposed to be, fades away to where you can literally see through her. I guess you could say she's a ghost . . . The thought of that unnerves me. I can't stand ghosts. They creep the heck out of me. The top of her head slightly comes back, enough to where you can see where her hair line is. I've heard stories of her cursing people who interrupt big spells, but other than that, we hear zip about her. Someone said she has awful humor and is a bit of a sadist, but other than that, people insist they saw her without any real evidence. But I do know one thing that is consistent with every story ever told about her: Anyone who sees her, falls helplessly in love with her."Alright, sounds wonderful! Lets kill some fairies and get the heck out of here! This is boring!"

Yeah, that works . . .

That's what he said, but I couldn't help feeling like he wasn't nearly as hyped up about it. Was it the pixie guts that we were about to pinch between our fingers, or yet another thing he didn't want me to know?