7 Chpater 7
"Ah, nope." She furrowed.
Before he could even take a step away, the so-called silver-haired male elfin pulled the hem of his tattered yet not dirty cotton clothing. Her retorting feat was so fast that the 'pup's' lips departed, leaving a quick squeak from her sudden pull.
"Not a chance."
Yuna instantly cupped his clothes in search of the possible pocket until she pulled out an ice-blue bracelet.
"You suck at this but nice try." She stood up as she let him take one last glimpse of the bracelet before she scuffled in back to her wrist. She pushed the kid away and started strolling to continue her observation.
Stealing was something she did not expect to happen that but it was not a big deal either. The fact that a kid like him learned to steal was kind of pitiful to her. She never thought such poverty would even spawn in this almost-perfect world. Maybe she let herself be blinded by what magic could even do, that they could be able to do everything they want that were beyond to humans.
The young werewolf was still awestruck as he watched the eerie silver creature walk away from him. Well, he had been caught stealing for like ten to twelve times already but kindness was something he never once begat after being caught until this happened.
'How wonderful could it be, if I were to become a disciple of that breathtaking guy?' He pondered.
His lips curled to form a confident smile as he made up his mind, he would follow him no matter what.
Shimmering pieces of jewelry, extravagant and colorful clothes and fabrics, unknown inventions and objects, books and scrolls, and seemingly foods stands were all she found.
Many were their inventions grasped weirdness to her, however, that doesn't mean such people were kind of senseless, in her perspective.
Relapsing to her objective, strangely enough, she couldn't find what she's looking for. The market was also not that big enough than she had expected.
"Where would the forgery be?" She cupped her chin as she tried to remember the details that she had read earlier. Nope, not a hint popped out.
She reached the end of the market but not even a possible weapon was in sight, metals either.
**growl
Her stomach growled, leaking her hunger to her milieu. She halted for a while and took a deep sigh as she rubbed her hungry stomach. Manasseh left her in her room to handle and serve her some food in this first place, and now she's hungry as hell.
"Never thought of this,"
Just how clumsy has she become? Well, no one knows.
The body's stable condition is essential to anyone, most especially to someone like her.
She upsettingly bowed her head down and from the corner of her eye; she caught a familiar entity looking straight at her just beside her. To be honest, she has been aware of his presence from the very start but this 'hunger thing' almost led her to forget about him, following her around. What could have happened if this was another setting?
"Here," He happily uttered as he reached out a flower-shaped muffin covered with white paper to her.
Instead of accepting it, she looked at him with a probing sight full of curiosity. The kid sort of understood what that look meant so he immediately corrected her.
"This is an apology from trying to steal from you earlier but I didn't steal this food, I promi---"
Before he could even finish his statement, Yuna grabbed the muffin and started to open it, revealing a brown bun inside.
"Save your swearing," She coldly spoke up without leaving her gaze from the muffin in her petite hand. Gladly, the muffin looked normal and edible.
She glanced down at the smiling young werewolf in front of her. As he was standing there, she was able to notice his decent feature. He was too delicate and small that he only reached her waistline, his eyes have tints of floral indigo, and according to his evident features, his age ranges from 8-11 years old.
"So, what do you want from me?" She asked.
That question yielded bliss on his face. His mouth agape as his eyes glimmered. As he felt the incredible feeling that happiness always gives, no way would he waste this rare opportunity?
He stood straight with his arms on his side and bowed his little head towards Yuna.
"Please take me as your disciple, mister."
His answer made her speechless. In her world, who would just straightforwardly utter such a thing to someone? Well, unless you're rich and awesome for sure.
The fact that he mistook her as a guy was kind of cute that it delighted her more, but regardless of his reasons, in an assassin's perspective, she would rather dive solo than have an annoying side-kick.
Well, what could she even teach to him?
She has been all alone when she grew up; that past of hers scarred her so much that even getting used to it was a pain. Disciples, after all, were quite troublesome or she just doesn't want someone to get attached to her.
Thus, why not give him a chance?--- You read that right, why not?
"Go home kid, your family will get worriedly about you." That was the words that he heard. It was upsetting that he even lost his courage to move, instead, bit his lower lip and clenched his hands as he watched the so-called mister's boots gait away.
The word 'home' retained on his mind. He wasn't really succumbed to poverty like Yuna thought. The home he has was the place where he felt lonely the most. Being the youngest in the family tore his bond away from others. For as his siblings and parents were all at their stuffs, he felt like he doesn't exist from the people he needed the most. That's why he was here and was so rebellious; hoping that maybe something would even change.
He then stood straight and turned to look at the strolling and lonely mister that made his day. He wondered why that guy gave him such sympathy.
He could go away and look for other guys to serve but then, he pondered; maybe if he could at least stand beside him even for a while, both of them will feel less lonely anymore.
That was the chance she was talking about.
She played with him emotionally.
99 percent would go home and tell the story to others or would be disappointed and rather stay away. While 1 percent would take the risk to follow someone who they barely knew.
Trust is something earned and not given, indeed.
Everyone who takes risks will definitely get what they deserve, good or bad. That was her first rule.
As she took a bite on the muffin, she shot a glimpse at the vast blue sky. It wasn't that different from her world, she meant the real world.
She doesn't even need to turn her back around just to make sure that the pinknet [men with pink hair] was there, following her. Never did she imagined him tagging around but if he does, then he does, nothing more and nothing less.
"Well, would you look at that?" She mumbled as she closed her eyes then exquisitely formed a faint smile. Loneliness indeed was a scar on her past, that's why as long as she's alive; she wouldn't let anyone experience the same fate.
---For she knows how loneliness can make a heart go cold.
Humanity prevailed in her heart in the end.
As their names were still a mystery to both, two once lonely souls were now sharing a path. Both in search of the unknown.
--And unaware of the so-called 'fate', a bond of friendship was intertwined.
