"Please tell me you at least knew you had Bacae? Your, what, fifteen? I learned about mine when I was eight."
What do you say to that? My friend is unconscious, some girl's telling me I'm dumb, and I was almost just mutilated by a two headed snake demon. And I thought yesterday was bad.
"I'm... uh... self taught? As in, like, Super self taught? Like, so self taug-" she stuck up her hand as if to silence me.
I honestly didn't understand what she wanted from me. What was I supposed to say? "Hey, sorry, I ... uh... don't know anything about this topic, which your treating as common knowledge!" Yep. That'll win 'em over.
She just stared at me, her hair drifting in the wind, her eyes...
The sound of metal creaking jolted me back into reality.
Suddenly, the girl leaped over me and Gau, grabbing our collars. In the distance, I could see a figure emerge from the shadows under the bleachers. A two-headed figure.
As it approached, the creature turned back into an all too familiar form. I felt Mrs. Mysterious begin to pull. She didn't have to ask (gesture?) me twice.
As we crept away, I heard Niro argue with himself over something, but it was indecipherable.
We crouched under the radio house. Lady Anonymous stared around and through the bleachers, making sure the figure was still there. She then turned to me, grabbing my face and pulling it hers.
I wasn't sure what to do. This was the most awkward situation ever. I decided that there was only one thing to do; comply.
I leaned forward, tentatively touching our lips together. I was granted with an act of what could be nothing other than sheer love: a punch in the gut.
I stumbled backwards, hitting the ground with loud thud. I looked up to see Madame No Name staring down at me, a look of disgust on her face.
She clearly realized her mistake, but there was nothing that could be done. A strange feeling arose in my stomach. I managed to control it. However, some things are not so easily stopped.
She glanced behind her, peering for the figure, only to find he had slipped away. Actually, looking back, 'away' might not have been the best description. I think 'perched on the top of the radio house, waiting to pounce as soon as we stepped out from under the bleachers' would be a teensy bit more accurate. And guess what happened?
