𝙻𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚔 || Hyakkimaru

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Like every cliche friend had given as an advice, let us quote "all good things come to an end". You may hear the aforementioned hackneyed saying after graduation or in any occasion we will have to part ways, or just when simply a small fun gathering is over. It can be pressumed that it can be stated in a suggested opinion when ending a relationship which had started well-off but ended up not working out after all.

Well, it's not like I would know if anyone would offer such advise regarding a romantic relationship; I am too busy handling all the workloads being dumped upon me back at student council as the secretary along with all the torture teachers call as 'homework' and 'project' -- in any case, that may just be my piteous excuse as to why I am single. If I were to be honest, nobody is interested in this dorky butt. Sure, I can vibe with any male classmate, but that is as far as I can go. Honestly, it is much more comfortable to own a platonic relationship. Though, you can have another opinion as a romantic.

Heaving out an exhale, I rubbed my arms in a futile attempt to warm my self up, a puff of white mist forming at each breath due to the chilly weather. Ah, why can't just spring come sooner.

As it was pretty much the last month of winter, the snow which had piled up from weeks ago had completely melted, not a trace of puddles present unlike from the week before. However, it still didn't change that it was still pretty much cold out. Compared to a month ago or so, the temperature as of current was definitely a whole lot preferable.

A sneeze escaped my lungs as I hudled myself closer towards the small fire Dororo had made, the night serene with the crackling of flames and the gentle crash of waves from the stream nearby. As much as that old rundown inn can pretty much be mistaken as abandoned house inhabited by ghosts and ghouls, I still can't help but miss it.

I'm just saying, having any type of roof over your head and a comfortable floor to sleep can be the best thing you would experience in this type of era.

If our trio were to come in a unanimous decision, Dororo and I would very much prefer live a peaceful life picking herbs. Accounting Hyakkimaru and his persona however, it wasn't like we had a choice with a pretty much unstable boy. Just why does he even like living a life like this?

Oh, right. He's a main character in the middle of his redemption arc.

"We should have agreed to the owner's offer..." I mumbled quietly, watching the hot flames dancing as they burned. The dissatisfaction was present with the way I softly drawled the words, eyes reflecting the swirls of emotions within me.

"Yeah, it was a pretty good deal, actually." Dororo mused, making me perk up as a twinge of red dusted across my cheeks out of embarassment, hoping my statement didn't come off as rude. "Don't look like you've been caught red-handed, Onee-san." Dororo lets out a snigger, making my shoulders lax as it seemed she had genuinely taken no offense. "Or else, I'll think you're actually keeping something to yourself that may offend me."

Well, I am keeping the fact that I do not belong in this world and is currently searching for a way back home a secret. Basically, I have been lying about my idenity all this time.

Somehow, the sudden realization had gotten my guilty conscience going haywire, especially taking in the fact that I had only ascertained of such a deed just now of all times. Seriously, this story has been going on for almost a year now.

In response, I only let a lopsided smile etch across my lips before a letting out a sheepish laugh, finding it much more penitential to spew out more lies. I can see the young girl squinting her coffee hues at my gesture, suspicion visible from her visage. I could only let my own (e/c) hues sweep towards the starry sky, avoiding eye contact.