The Butterfly Effect [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 1.14 ー Ludicrous

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Walking and walking.. I seemed to have forgotten the exit to this maze. The corridors felt perpetual, and much too flawless to feel comfortable. The moments I spent there felt much too long, much too boring.

I must add, that while that Blonde was having a scene with some damsel, I finally took form away from that heap of metal. One might ask where I left it to decay, so I'll wholeheartedly assure you that I merely left her with those two twins, whom I had forgotten. Dennis and Kat perhaps, I thought to myself, sourly trying to remember their names. I didn't care all that much about names. Speaking of those twins, it's already somewhat clear that the boy has a spark of chaos. If things are as bad as they seem, then they'll both survive it, unharmed.

Those halls made me lost in my thoughts, pondering possibilities for the situation at hand, until a flash of yellow slipped past, stepping on my cowl, and stumbling until it met the ground. I couldn't help but cringe at the odor of posh cologne. Of course, it was Tomoe, who had pulled at my attire.

He struggled to lift himself off the carpet, but glared back at me, slowly rising to meet my height. Poor fool. I'm fortunate to be taller then him, even if it's just an inch.

The moron gasped. "Hibiki.." I scowled at the utterance of my name.

Tomoe straightened up with an unusually shy, and somehow equally sly, grimace. "..We've got to leave. Now. Find Haru, and Sora, and get out of here." He wrinkled his nose. "Where's Haruka anyway? Last I heard you were being a pervert."

"Nah, I just left her to rust." I emphasized with a sneer.

Another gasp. "Excuse me?"

"I left her with two servants." He then calmed down, but before he could reply, I added, "To rust."

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He left me with a corpse. My own brother, who, I must admit, was surely ludicrous to do so. I mean, come on. Who runs off to commit a crime, leaving their sister to look after a dead body? What, is it going to get up and walk off to stop him?

Don't even get me started on the 'crime' part of it all. I don't know what has gotten into him, but whatever it is, I don't like it. And as much as you might argue-- no, it's probably not a rebellious phase or 'testosterone,' whatever that means.

Now, that's not even the worst part. My brother wasn't the one who made it a corpse in the first place. As ridiculous as it seems, a man, no more then four years older then us, with horns swirled like a ram's, tossed her onto us like he was throwing away a filthy rag. He eyed my brother as he did so, like they shared an inside joke that I would never be apart of. It appalled me, at the least. This plea

"No cremation." he spat at us then. I was too confused to glance at my brother, and I was irritated to not see him looking back at me with the same lifeless blue eyes I faced in the mirror every day.

It was the same girl who had confronted us with the same glint in her eye. She rests in my lap now, with no pulse to be found. Salmon, probably dyed hair, and the complexion of a mannequin. I noticed a triangular panel on her wrist, that seemed like an unlit light.

You'd have to be a fool to not know she was a robot off that.

But nonetheless, I couldn't even hear the near-silent whir of an engine. Unless she was one of the newer models, I reasoned, although I had little to no knowledge on robots. Other then what the Earl tells us, that is. I knew it was all lies. Mother would have never fallen to such artificial beasts.

I would not let my foul judgement cloud my actions while I was in possession of a potential killer. Then I would be no better then the Von Faecero family. Terrible bunch, truly, but it would never stop me from keeping my head held high.

When Daichi said he wanted to take vengeance on them, I willingly complied. The plan was all set for today. Gathering the coal, finishing the chores, and locating what was left of our past, so that when we escaped from the ashes, we had enough to start a new life on our own. It was a mere coincidence that they happened to have guests. I wanted to tell them to leave immediately, but Daichi wanted to spread the news himself. Creepily or not, I guessed things had worked out fine so far.

He had eyes like rubies as he spoke. The same looming glare I had seen so many times in the master of the mansion, and his two daughters. Hatred, in the flesh.

I had urged onto staying with her, whoever she may be. It simply feels immoral to abandon someone and set fire to their visit. Well, maybe it isn't as simple as it seems, but I was set on staying behind until things cleared up. It was obvious that things weren't going to be delicate for us from now on. Daichi didn't argue about my choice to hide, which shocked me, I must admit.

And as such, I then sat outside the property, leaning against an untended stone wall, with an executioner lying on my lap. I couldn't bare to stand and take a gander at the manor.

No, it shouldn't have been cold, but the eerie thoughts that swirled in my head were enough to give me a chill. We were going to kill them all. Not one person would be left if we hadn't told the guests to leave. How many lives would be taken to grant us our freedom? I never had the strength to answer such things. Even before the change, Daichi would have told be that I was sissy, and a wimp, for being so fainthearted.

.. The robot flinched, and in a fright, my head jolted back into the wall. A searing pain immediately etched its way into my skull, and I placed my hands on my temples, wishing it would disappear. My focus was directed onto my pain, so I didn't notice the girl slipping away, rising to her feet. I bit back a small whimper, and turned to face her. Pain was irrelevant, don't let fear get to you, I repeated to myself. No fear, it was just a murderer. My nose reddened, and I cursed at how sentimental I was.

No fear, no worr-- "State your name." she seethed with the rage of the oncoming blaze. Or maybe that was in my head, for all I could truly see was apathy in her stance. No fear. It's not like she was the same droid who slaughtered them all.

"Kotone." I had no last name, but it's not like

The salmon-haired android unsheathed a blade from her wrist, and pointed it at my forehead, which was far more ludicrous then my brother leaving me alone. I cringed, at both my still throbbing head, and because the thought of having another appendage made me sick-- and don't even get me started on how I'd feel if I was a guy. 

"Where are they?" she demanded.

I could feel a flame rising in my throat, as ironic as it may seem. Burning anxiety. I was never one for socializing, even if this was defined as a life or death situation. "I don't know who you're talking about," I lied against my better nature.

Her cutlass shrunk back into her wrist, and she directed her attention towards the mansion, like a wolf whom had discovered its prey. "Deceit," she murmured. I curled my fingers into a fist.

As if my disregarded prayers had been answered,  she turned towards the mansion and slammed the metal gate against the enclosure, storming off towards the building. I exhaled, and placed my hand on my forehead again.

And with that, I was alone, outside the soon-to-be charred remnants of the Von Faecero's home.

Well, let's be honest-- I was scared out of my mind, but I never thought against following her. It would have been a shame to miss the occurrence that would follow. The beginning of my freedom, and the sorrow that was to prolong.

In all honesty, as I recount such a story now, so many years afterwards, I sometimes think of the safety in captivity I would have held if I had simply stayed put. I wouldn't have suffered so much if I had.