Lacking Emotion

Chapter 6

"That's impossible! There's no way that statement is true! Just how drunk are you?!" the bold man scolded poor Granzoul. They've stayed at the old man's place for at least three weeks now.

Currently Granzoul twas trying to convince him that Soma can understand their language, and, if I may add, was doing a treble job at it.

"It's true! Fine. If you wish not to take my word for it, then see for yourself" Granzoul grabbed the crawling Sora and dropped him in the old man's arms.

"Come on, master Soma! Show him!". The old man just blankly stared between the baby and the green demon.

"Aren't you a bit harsh? It's just a baby" the old man pointed out the obvious but the author won't hold a grudge against him.... for now.

"No! What do you take me for?!" Granzoul grabbed Soma and shook him furiously, "you're making me look like an idiot!" Granzoul cried.

The bold man saved the baby by grabbing him from little Yoda. He stared at the baby for a while, "How on this bloody Earth do you manage to not cry at this treatment?".

The small frame shrugged.

"HOLY LIVIN' CHICKEN NUGGETS!!! YOU CAN UNDERSTAND!" the old man yelled, hugging little Soma like he would dissappear if he were to let go of him. Poor Soma tapped his back, trying to signal the fact that— I CAN'T BREATHE!!!

He instantly pulled away and rushed to a table stacked with books and white feathers in a bowl full of ink. He gently placed the small creature on the table and opened a book. "Now tell me, oh great one, how the hell is this possible?" he grabbed one of the many feathers and started scribbling stuff down.

Little Soma had no clue to respond.

Oh that? It's simple, jou see, I got killed by a suicidal guy on a fucking plane, met this 'awsome god', basically screwed my life up by trying to justify his actions, got reincarnated, miraculously survived growing up with Plankton over here and last but not least, I survived whatever he poured down my throat more than once...

How can he possibly explain that?

Hell, he wasn't even sure if the would understand the concept of reincarnation. Well that, and should he really tell them?

Would Brandus forgive him if he revealed such a secret?

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Meh. Who the fuck cares what he thinks?

The baby glanced around him, trying to find something to use to at least give the guy a hint since he couldn't talk. A particular book caught his attention. Soma crawled over to the book that was on the other side of the desk, patting his hand on the book cover.

"Hmmm? What are you doing little one? Oh, you like that book?" the old man grabbed both the baby and the book. He gently placed Some on his lap while he opened the book and leaned back into his chair.

'The summoned' was engraved into the dark leather. The old man dusted of the book before opening in. He was really confused at what this book had to do with all of this, but patiently waited as Soma began flipping through the pages.

He finally found what he was looking for and pointed at hit while looking back at the old man with a blank expression, as usual.

The old man let his gaze wander from the little creature before him, to the picture his little chubby finger was touching. Immediately the old man jolted up, tripping over his chair which caused him to fall back and launch Soma into the air.

Luckily Granzoul just so happened to pass by at the right place at the right time...

They both crashed into the ground, a groan escaping Granzoul as he took a mouthful of old crumbled up papers that were scattered across the ground, baby Soma on top of him, pleased with Granzoul for breaking his fall.

Granzoul rose like a zombie with continuous groaning. He looked like a train wreck, to put it simply.

Only then did he notice little Soma staring up at him. "Oh, hello there young Master... Where did you come from?" he rubbed his head before reality hit him like a truck. His eyes shot daggers at the moving pile of books, "Are you mad?! Tossing the Master Soma like he is but a rag doll?! How dare you! He could have been killed".

The pile continued to move until the head of the old man popped out. He had a few scratches on his face—most likely paper cuts.

"You can't possibly be serious. Sometimes I wonder, does your brain register what you're mouth has spoken?" he stated with bored expression as he wiggled himself free.

Once he was standing once more, he dusted himself off and dug around in the pile before pulling out the book Soma was so interested in. He grabbed a vile of ink and yet another feather —since the last one was lost within the mess that now covered more than half of the floor— and scurried to the door.

"Wherever do you think you're going?" Granzoul questioned with a raised brow as he picked up the baby.

"I'm sorry mother, I didn't mean to worry you" the old man replied without throwing a glance their way. He unlocked his front door and dhut it behind him after he left.

He face said it all, he was on a mission and nothing was going to stop him. This left Soma wondering if telling him was the right idea.

All well, what's done is done. I can't change the past and even if I could, I'm to darn tired.

The silence that settled around the two was broken by a 'Tsk' comming from a scowling green minion.

"Such a child" Granzoul mumbled before making his way to one of the three rooms in the small house. The room was still covered in dust although Granzoul had given it his all when cleaning it.

He laid Master Soma gently on the rock hard bed and tucked him in.