The Butterfly Effect [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 1.18 ー Sunset

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I only knew two things. It was a fabulously beautiful day outside, and that I was not sober. Sunset was approaching, and in the shadow of a blazing mansion, it seemed to accentuate the shades that glazed the sky so softly. To be honest, I was surprised we were far enough to avoid inhaling ashes. Likely one of the other's doing, but none of that crossed my mind  at the time.

"Oh, you dare to challenge me, Miss Fox? I must add, it would be much more fun if you were fantastical and a mister, but it's not like you'd know what I allude to."

"Huh?"

Ah, Sunset. A melody on it's own, a prelude to the notes of an oncoming crescent moon. The clouds were scraped by, as if someone had added shading to a canvas, for more particular detail. I remember red, like the plumes of a feather. Nothing like blood and wine, or the eyes of a demon. No, none of those things mattered. The wide cerulean yonder was much too breathtaking.

"Come at me, deceitful canine." The noblewoman gowned in blue and green mockingly held up her fists. Her ring finger was missing on the glove. So, she wasn't married,right? If I had ever been dazed before, this was thrice as worse.

"...Uh, I just asked you a question. May I please see your hand?" said Sora.

Oh, sweet, ever-too-kind Sora. She's like a lavender beneath a weeping willow. Actually, does lavender ever grow there anyway? Can it? I pondered over this more then I should have. Plus, maybe she was more like a lilac. I had never thought of her as a fox before. Foxes weren't freckled, so she couldn't be a fox.

"Awh, well since you said it so damn nicely." She mocked, again.

Suddenly, I became curious about Haruka. I stumbled over, balancing on her shoulder before I could tumble over. Unbeknownst to me, everyone noticed.

The damsel spoke with the side of her mouth, blabbering slander to Sora, covering her mouth in my direction as if I couldn't hear them. "He might as well go lie down with the other weasel in the bushes, that servant boy. But he has a point anyway."

Hibiki tried to interfere, but Sora cut him off. "About what? Tomoe wasn't even speaking." I would have said something too, but Hibiki shushed me before as he had been shushed. First time he touched me. I had to wash those clothes as soon as possible. I mean, who knew if demons had some sort of plague that only humans were susceptible to? It was crazy to think, but then again, so am I when I'm drunk.

"What are you hiding so keenly anyway?" Sora pressed. No stuttering, good for her, it's an improvement, I thought.

I forgot I was leaning on Haruka. Why didn't my weight topple her over? She was such a dainty thing, like an antique doll, the type you'd simply put on a shelf as decor.
She wasn't staring at me, too, which was peculiar. Eyes locked on the conversation.

"Heeeey," I said to her.

Haru, which is how I scarcely referred toHaruka in my mind, responded quietly, but I heard nothing. Her hair was always so pink, and I'd note at how rare it was like Sora's, if she were born with it. If you're too daft to pinpoint what I'm saying, robots aren't born. Lime green band holding back her hair. I could have pictured her as a schoolgirl.

Next, I saw flowers, a few pansies on the ground, and stared intensely at them. Sora and the unnamed 'She' got louder. It made my head throb. My hand went to my blades, but I kept missing the handle, cursing under my breath.