𝙻𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚔 || Hyakkimaru

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Curiosity. Truly something to be feared of; as the famous saying goes -- "curiosity killed the cat". As a simpleton, one may think "Who on earth named their child Curiosity and raised them to be some psycho who kills such adorable felines?". But of course, I may be the only daft dimbo who had thought of such bêtise. On the contrary, I would love to post such an inspiring quote on pinterest.

Going back to topic, as it was discussed during second grade -- and you are absolutely free to praise me for having such a great memory -- curiosity is a fundemantal quality a scientist must posses. This explains the dead creatures after a number of science laboratory experiments. It makes me wonder why it wasn't quoted as "curiosity killed the frog" or perhaps "curiosity killed that poor sliced up creature". As great as the credit one may earn after feeding one's curious fervour, curiosity is without a doubt a double-edged sword -- a weapon which can bring as much as damage to the user.

"Hyakkimaru!"

"Aniki!"

Both of Dororo's and my frantic yell had pierced through the ears of any nearby passersby. Along with the petite child, I had rushed towards the fragile figurine the raven-haired male had decided to unbashedly raise his prosthetic arm in an attempt to smash the mentioned antique on the ground. I assumed the object had brought quite the amusement within him for he had been staring the porcelain item with a curious ambiance settling in his pale features.

Ah, yes. Unlike the usual introductory, it is not I who is being referred to.

Before Hyakkimaru can smash the expensive-looking figurine into pieces, I decided to quickly snatch the item from the former's wooden fingers. Reassured with now the delicate item is now gently held in my hands, Dororo and I both let out a relived sigh.

Could this be perhaps how mom felt when she brought me to a store to buy new plates and bowls when I was younger?

Presumably not.

I can only asume it was much worse.

"Don't do that again, Aniki! You almost gave us a heart attack." Dororo guahed out, proceeding to send a grimace towards the long-haired male. Hyakkimaru does nothing in response, staring with a bleak gaze at the young girl's puffed cheeks. Realizing her feeble words were all for naught at the young man, Dororo sighs with slumped shoulders dejectedly. "Seriously... That thing may cost us a fortune."

And, thank God nothing happened to it.
"Say, how much do you suppose this costs?" I mumbled inquisitively, marvelling at the delicate piece of work with a twinge of curiosity gleaming through my (e/c)-coloured orbs.

"About two to four hundred gold coins, I guess." Dororo replied with a hum, taking her own time to lay her coffe pools on the porcelain figurine settle gently in my hands.

In not a few moments later, the porcelain figurine was now not settled gently in my hands. Instead, a loud crash had caught the ears of many in the area, particularly the old merchant owning the particular fragile object. We can find the frangible object now on the hard, dusty ground. And like almost every frail object found on the ground, it was safe to assume that instead of one easily broken item, we can find numerous broken pieces of the said object.

Now if you have ever experienced braking your mother's or grandmother's favorite plate, cup or vase, I am certain that you are aware of the best response as of the moment. If not, then perhaps you can use this wonderful piece of advice, which is certainly better and practical than any 5 minute crafts video, if you ever find yourself in the same predicament.

"Aniki..." A lopsided smile was present on Dororo's adorable features as she faced the taller raven-head with a shaky tone. "Grab Onee-san and let's make a run for it."