A tear slipped down Niwa's cheek- his eyes softened for the final
time, slipping into the soft sweet light of cherry syrup. "Keiki...
I haven't been fully honest with you. I... I haven't told you the
truth yet..."
A SLAM in the background. Niwa jumped, his hand slipping
from where it cupped Keiki's cheek. "E-Eh? Oh no- Keiki, they're
coming!" He practically tackled them to the ground, his arms
curling around their waist as they both fell onto the forest floor.
to be aesthetic or not to be aesthetic
that is not a question because I am not aesthetic at all and nor is
this signature
The door opened into an empty room. It was dimly lit, romantic
almost in atmosphere. By the far end of the room, a desk sat,
candle flickering on top of it. By its feet, a thick rug curled on
the floor, and kissed the edges of rhe many bookcases.
Something was on top of the desk.
to be aesthetic or not to be aesthetic
that is not a question because I am not aesthetic at all and nor is
this signature
"Here to sabatodge my work, again, I see. All as expected of you...
Phantom Artist." Hisoka was leaning by the door, watching
Majikaruman with lidded eyes. "You came to take my entry for the
contest." He sneered. "I suppose you're lookin' to take a trip down
to the lake with concrete shoes. You fool. We both know they'd
never let you in with a work like mine."
Hisoka stood up. "Or perhaps you wished to keep my necklace for
yourself." He scoffed. "Fool."
to be aesthetic or not to be aesthetic
that is not a question because I am not aesthetic at all and nor is
this signature
"Don't pretend like you don't know." He crossed his arms, clearly
seething. "I knew you'd come for the tigers' eye. You can't fool
me. We've been rivals all our lives."
He started towards Majikaruman. "I'll give you ten seconds to run.
I know what you're after. You're not just here to see me ."
He stopped, narrowing his eyes. "I recommend you take this
bargain."
to be aesthetic or not to be aesthetic
that is not a question because I am not aesthetic at all and nor is
this signature
"Don't play dumb with me!" Hisoka glared at him through lidded
amber eyes. "You're here for a reason. Tell me, and perhaps I won't
call the headmaster on you. Capiche?"
to be aesthetic or not to be aesthetic
that is not a question because I am not aesthetic at all and nor is
this signature
'Well?" Hisoka prompted. He was dressed in a.. different outfit
than usual. Was he wearing a red Slytherin uniform?. Or... was this
some kind of ripoff?
He sighed. "I promise, I'l forgive you, then. You may be a jerk,
but you're also the only friend I've got." Then his eyes flashed.
"Now. Tell me."
to be aesthetic or not to be aesthetic
that is not a question because I am not aesthetic at all and nor is
this signature
Majikaruman
Dōseiai-shadearimasu Looks like we're in a ripoff Harry Potter, interesting. I
glanced down at my own robes to check which house I was in. "I...
couldn't sleep. Stress."
Majikaruman
Dōseiai-shadearimasu Ok, this is starting to make sense. "Yeah, kinda. I'm not
sure if it's class or just anxiety, but something is making me feel
like I chugged a gallon of apple cider."
Majikaruman
Dōseiai-shadearimasu
"She said something about... extra credit." I nervously played with
the fabric of my Budget-Hufflepuff robes. What the hell, am I a
het here!?