Alyssa's Cup Of Tea ✔️

🐇 Chapter 13

So he was not delusional after all, the towering white rabbit mascot was no creation of his mind. Alessio didn't feel angry though, at this point, he had other reasons to feel rage and it was collecting in stacks wanting to be used as cannons and be released to those who really deserved to feel the manifestation of his wrath.

He had went to look for Gino after the latter took a while to return and he found them in this strange hallway created from the appearance of the mushroom-shaped door.

Alessio raised his eyebrow, unique-colored eyes of black and blue piercing White. "Why would I give you my blessing?" He asked without hesitation, hearing their conversation.

The odd hallway behind them was slowly shifting, swirly and moving at such confusing motion to the point of being trippy

"Huh, awkward." Gino had no other words to best describe this. He wasn't doubtful Alessio being unaware, this was just not the timing he expected them to open more can of worms.

White huffed, grinning widely and punched a fist in the air. "Yay! Awkward moment alert! Woohoo! This is the summit of all the summits, Gino! We are going to—owww!" His over-the-top theatrical gestures were interrupted as the copper-haired male whacked him.

Gino deadpanned, sliding an unimpressed gaze at White. "Can you not make things worse? You are digging your grave deeper"

After a moment of pouting like a child and rubbing the top of his head, White's expression quickly shifted to cheery and then grave. Yet there remained a ghostly small smile on his lips. "Alessa is going to die."

The psychedelic surrounding turned a muddled shade of maroon-red and blood, Alessio did not move from where he stood but the glint in his heterochromatic eyes were as sharp as a dagger. His hands were folded into fists, unseen was a black cloud of doom quickly spreading inside him beginning to numb any rational parts of his senses and only whispering to beat the freaky-clothed man to pulps of unidentified flesh.

"You do know that this is no joke, don't you? My whole appearance may be a joke but inside your heart you also are aware with how Alessa is, she will not make it." White added, the ghost of the small smile did not leave his face. "And once she completely succumbs to her tragic fate, no one will mourn in the family because the mindset your father and his relatives instilled are..." He trailed off.

"Deadweights does not deserve an audience, mourning and remembering." Alessio continued in clipped tone, gears of his mind backpedaling to the countless times violence and betrayal occurred behind the success their publishing company had; people whom Ramon and his subordinates felt no remorse taking off the chessboards, anyone deemed to be either a threat or spineless were labeled the bottomline. Their mother was no exception, Ramon never loved Anneliese, she was a breeding bitch who failed him.

White squinted his eyes, raising a hand mid-air with open palms and above it manifested a translucent floating pure white sparkling pocket watch with cracks and dripping with blood. "Alessa is Marchen's future but if she dies, that future will go downhill and rot like a neglected apple on the ground. Greed, betrayal and malice from your family will suck this entire country dry."

Silence blanketed them for minutes until Alessio exhaled deeply and turned his murderous gaze at Gino. "Why do you both know so much? Come clean already, you hinted yourselves, we do not have much time."

A small smirk curved Gino's lips, "Do not be concerned about Time, he is in our side. As for your first question, I want to answer you with a question of my own." He paused, "Are you not shocked by what is happening?"

It made Alessio's nerves explode, he did not hide the irritation. "That is the fucking lamest question I received right now." His comment got White laughing on top of his lungs and hitting Gino's shoulders while in a laughing fit. "Our mother always tell us odd stories, they call her a lunatic. Marchen's states are named after body organs, weird runs in the vein of this entire country and soil. I'll be more worried if it does not"