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Rows of freshly peeled dead body hanged behind the paneled windows. Lines of their bones were shown as their skin, what's left of it, pressed tightly like a corset as pale as an ivory along with the dried blood lipsticked on them. The distinct sounds of butchering could be heard from the inside. Muffled cries along with it.711Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoyG38k2qdQ
Kuro and Inoue looked at the place like it was a hell on Earth.
Meanwhile, Rikkun was chatting like old buddies to a man who seems to own the place as they shared fist-pumps with each other, not bothered by the least.
Kuro and Inoue were horribly shocked seeing Rikkun in new light, casting deeper and darker shade of his shadow.
The two have been tearing up all the way to the park. Their next destination solely suggested by Rikkun.
There were buzzes of noise in the background, but Rikkun's ears seem to be attracted to their sniffing sounds.
He has been feeling a pair of eyes or two boring holes at the back of his head as he watch some kids nearby flying their pretty kite up to the skies along with the breeze. The warmth comforting their certain moods. This morning, the sun shone shyly upon them, thoughtful for floating on the corner to not get people sunburns.
This made Rikkun stretched out of the blue, feeling the freshly good vibe of the surroundings.
"What a good day." He moaned, his smoky voice slurring in gratification.
Turning, he glanced at the two. "Don't you think so too?"
Kuro and Inoue's faces implied they don't think so at all.
Rikkun's mood was shifting. "What's wrong with you two?"
"What's wrong with you?" They retorted back at him, reacting with an eyebrow twitch.
"What is that supposed to mean?" His smoky voice turned into a smog.
"Nothing." They said in unison as their grim-glare gazes darted from him to the beautiful scene at the side, starting to ignore him completely. Rikkun felt something pulsating on his head.
So much for a good day.
Gradually, parents, kids, and playgrounds side by side became long sets of small tents for yard sales. Sellers barked out their products that caught their customers. A little overcrowd and warmer than the previous public area.
Inoue was caught by the merchandises offering sales of music albums to her left. Kuro started checking out the sets of printed T-shirts at the back row. While, Rikkun immersed himself on the piles of literary magazines far ahead.
Then someone made a scene.
Detecting where the squeals came from Inoue and Rikkun force their way through the crowds in a small circle. Inoue noticed that most-- weit-- all people in the crowd are women that explained the squealing. The question was, why are they squealing in delight?
Then she saw it.
Kuro was in a pose of pulling down his new shirt he just bought, revealing his toned body for a short moment. His musculature weren't bulky but he had fine muscles and closely having abdominal muscle. If Inoue have to compare the body, it's as almost like Professor Stein's in Soul Eater.
His paleness glistened from the light sweat like the finest pearls.
In the middle of squealing and girls Inoue definitely heard someone face-palming so hard nearby that it echoes for a second.
"Aaah, better." Getting some air from his new shirt by tucking a hem of it back and forth, Kuro grabbed for his previous shirt he wore that was tucked tight between his legs. There were still squeals from the crowd and some even suggested to show his body again.
But before he could response, Kuro was dragged away from the commotion and Inoue knew it was Rikkun who carried the duty. Good thing she doesn't have to make a move.
Because for a moment, Inoue was stunned.
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Soon enough, they arrived at their-- Rikkun's choice of-- next destination.
Bathroom.
"Nature's calling. You guys better go too because we'll be taking a long way ahead after this."
He was glaring at Kuro.
"By the way... pull off another stunt like that and I won't spare the time to pull you off again from the girls who will eat you alive." With that he headed to the Male section.
The two stared at each other. Inoue with a suspicious look on her face.
Kuro is happy, like his stunt somehow gave Rikkun a reaction he expected to see.
"How did you get that body, gay-harem incubus?"
As if the title flatters him he flashed his menacing, flirtatious grin. "I worked out before and I'm maintaining them."
This didn't convince Inoue.
"Really! I did! I've been wanting to try working out in the gym!"
She frowned at his choice of words. "What do you mean by that?"
He rubbed the side of his neck. A tinge of annoyance on his face. "My parents are so strict and uptight as my butt that I couldn't--"
He stopped himself.
"No, it's nothing. You get the point." Kuro said dismissively but Inoue could tell there was sadness behind his words that even with a smile recovered on his pretty face didn't change how he looked at the moment for Inoue. Just distinct sadness. Almost, just almost she felt sorry for him somehow....
"Falling in love with me yet?"
.... Until he said that.
"Try going into the female's bathroom so I can beat you into a pulp in private..." Inoue threatened him with a hiss before deciding to freshen up as well.
They spent the rest of the morning till mid-afternoon; being drawn-portrait by an emo-artist, speed bicycling, and learning to ride skateboarding, and eat their chosen street-foods by the bench. Most of the time the rivals competed with each other that Rikkun had to be the peacemaker between the two by using un-peaceful means.
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It's at late afternoon that they went into Kuro's settlement to try his home-made cookies. Rikkun doesn't look giddy but his icy-blue eyes shown intense eagerness.
"Your parents are here?" Inoue asked.
"My parents doesn't live here. My uncle owned this place but he's out until evening." Inoue noticed the slight bitterness from his first sentence. "So we have all the house by ourselves~"
He winked at her. "If you know what I mean by that--"
"I know but leave your green things to yourself, please." She replied with a scorn, only to hear him snigger.
"The cookies, man." Rikkun reminded them. For the third time.
Sitting on the table was Rikkun and he has been torturing the innocent dining table by pounding it mercilessly, his face pressed against the surface along with his folded arms and clenched fist. Kuro and Inoue listened to him growling like a beast after he just took a mouthful of cookie on the plate. They were quite afraid of him at the moment that they didn't dare speak up while he's struggling from something in him.... like some monster is taking over his soul...
Soon enough there were no poundings or growls and an unbearable silence entered.
Rikkun shifted. They tensed.
Ecstatic drunkenness revealed on his face. Faintly, extremely faintly, there was a shade of pink blotted on his cheeks.
He opened his mouth to speak and came his smoky voice condensed, almost breathy. "It's.... damn good.."
Kuro grinned so wide that he may have metaphorically earned a golden medal. Inoue looked astounded.
Rikkun stood up from his seat.
"Get a... glass of water..."
He said to them before walking away rather sluggishly.
Curious, Inoue took one chocolate-chip cookie from the plate and tentatively bite it.
Suddenly, her senses blurred into one uncontrollable emotion.
The dough was baked in a careful, calculated temperature. Her teeth enjoying the light crispiness on the outside while her tongue felt the soft, melting, smoky sensation on the inside. She was confronted by the goodness yet overwhelming of flavours. A tinge of cinnamon spreading on the dough that blended the dark chocolate chip lovingly, added with mint giving a cool, refreshing sensation swirling in her mouth.
But she regretted it when she gulped it down, because she felt the chills running from toe to head as though someone touched her fervently all over like massaging cookie dough by an expert hand.
And that expert hand is Kuro, obviously.
"So good..." She moaned.
She clamped her mouth. Too late. She did escaped a moan. That one little cookie was enough to make her moan in sudden pleasure. She shook her head immediately and cleared her throat.
"Did you put drugs on this?" Inoue criticized managing a firm tone on her slurry voice.
Kuro looked hurt when she said that. "Of course not! Who do you think I am?"
"Well... who you do think you are?" She retorted back earning a little flirtatious smirk from him.
"Well... I'm the gay-harem incubus." He winked.
True to those words, he makes almost everything seductive. Just like the cookie he made and baked.
Rikkun came back, suddenly pointing a finger toward the cookies on the plate. Unlike a while back, he looked restrained, if not tamed.
"Who the heck made those.... those cookies?" He asked.
Inoue pointed at Kuro while Kuro sheepishly grinned while scratching the side of his neck. Rikkun seemed to be in utter disbelief.
"You? You're the one who made these... cookies?"
"Yep." Inoue and Kuro said in unison.
Then Kuro added, "Well, I did most of the work but Inoue helped me to it too sooooooo...." He was musing to himself.
He flicked his fingers.
"Aha! You can thank Inoue just once while give me one hour to make-o--"
There was an ugly sound of someone punching the head of someone.
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It was close to evening:
"Hey, look. Is that them over there?" Kuro said to the two as he pointed a finger to the distance with a bench near a streetlamp.
"Who--"
With his wide hand, Kuro grabbed her head and turned it 90 degrees. Inoue was forced to take a look at the boulevard and caught the sight of two people sitting on the bench. Because of what she's seeing at the moment, she decided not to punch Kuro in the guts for doing so and instead hurried her pace toward the duo.
"Mikasa! Eren! Heeeeey!"
The two male (one is gay) followed after her.
Eren and Mikasa doesn't seem to be enthused as Inoue was at them.
"What's wrong?" Rikkun inquired, perceiving their ghastly expressions casting over their eyes.
"...Armin..."
The trio repeated after Eren with a frown on their faces. "Armin...?"
Mikasa slowly lifted up her head. Tears forming from her eyes.
"Armin was hospitalized."
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The next morning:
Everyone in their class knew the dreadful news. It was evident from the deafening quietude screaming in the classroom.
All they have to do was to finish the school today and bail out as fast as they can to Armin's. Check exactly what happened to him and his condition.
Instructor Hanji entered the room. They were nonplussed. Science class is not their first subject.
They looked at their instructor carefully. Hanji's usual over-excited cheery expression was drained, exchanged by the overly sullen expression.
"Students," Hanji's voice was unlikely firm and broody.
"Mr. Smith is absent today because of... unfortunate circumstances... it affected the whole school entirely."
Hanji fixed her glasses from her eyes that doesn't need to be fixed. Only casting a reflection of light on it, masking her eyes. "Due to this, we don't have any classes today. That's all. You may now be dismissed early."711Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡee11gzKVcM
