4 Chapter 4: A Precious Child
Sora Saeko POV
When I woke up, in front of me was a wood grain ceiling. It seems for some reason, I was sleeping on a bed.
It was a dream — is what I thought but, I noticed that the ceiling in front of me was not something that's familiar to me.
I rose my body in panic and glanced around. Inclining my head towards my right, I noticed another person residing in this room. Currently in my arms sleeping soundly.
Upon noticing, simultaneously I awfully began to feel down.
This is my new reality, it still seems to not have stunk in yet. It feels surreal.
I notice a pair of blue eyes staring into mine. We made eye contact before he suddenly turned his head away, breaking eye contact.
Augusteen bit his lip, eyes everywhere but on me. Then he moves closer with those eyes that look so deeply into my own, "Hey, it's just me. I won't hurt you. How about you get some more sleep sweetie." His breathing becomes softer, the pensive look melting into a smile as soft as the morning light. His body squirms just a little as his muscles relax.
I wrap my arms around him, laying him slowly back onto the bed. I lift some of his hair and kiss his forehead gently.
"Sleep tight, I'll prepare some breakfast."
He nodded slowly, his eye lids becoming heavy. Soon the sounds of soft snoring could be heard. I pull up the thin blanket to keep him warm.
This is what that books says when dealing with children right. As unreliable as it seems, it seems to be doing the trick.
The guide to being a villan book writes in a section:
If you happen to stumble upon a child which is an important character in a book
1.Take them in and treat them
2. Make them like and trust you to ensure you won't die soon
3. Kill them or use them as a mean to make money
4. Make sure it fails as to fufill your role of being the villan
5.Die
6. If all else fails and you can't die run for the hills (Optional)
Okay that is utterly stupid, especially the last few steps. This is utter bull crap. I don't even know why I'm using this as a guide unless I want to die soon.
Thank gosh the villain is still a child, they are more innocent and forgiving. But I hope they don't get a literal childhood trauma from me. Well he might forget this ever happen, let's hope so. Okay I need to fix what the villain has already done to at least make sure I don't die straight away if I'm found out.
Well I'm not going to use a poor boy as a bargaining chip since that goes against my ethics. So what now!
I hold my aching head, sighing loudly at my misfortune.
Suddenly I hear a loud low growl.
I jump in fright.
Wait
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Oh it was just my stomach.
Phew, it was just me being dumb
Well I did say I was going to cook some food. I figured out there was some food supplies in the special pocket, the damn goddess before forgot to mention it. I nearly died just trying to get food before.
Damn, the slums are so scary and dangerous. I could literally die at any moments notice. If I'm being honest, I nearly peed my pants. That was how scary it was. And for that to happen it must have been really scary. I mean for anyone thrown in a wacky world and nearly dieing they probably.
A. Already be dying
B. Want to die inside
C. Pissed their pants
D. Don't even understand what is happening
E. All of the above
Yes I would choose E, all of the above.
Enough of that I need to get cooking. I pull a frying pan to cook the dish I was about to make or use it to kill someone if they try and hurt me. It's the ultimate weapon of all time.
I walked into the nearby forest right next to the run down barn. I collected sticks that would be used to start a fire. I collected enough until I couldn't hold anymore. I staggered back to the temporary house.
I squatted in front of the stack of wooden sticks. It was only know did I realise,
How does one start a fire?
I grab two small sticks and start rubbing them together fiercely. For it to only snap in half. Why couldn't the goddess have given me matches, it wouldn't be that hard.
Wait, I actually do remember a little bit on how to do it.
I should thank my mom for dragging me into becoming a boy scout for awhile. I still slightly regret it as everyone teased me over it. Oh the times from middle school.
I create a contraption that can be used to start a fire, I salvaged some string from the area. I lift my head up proudly. I actually did it, I'm a genius. While the fire was going I begin to prep the ingredients to make a simple meal of omurice with a salad. My eyes darted to the growing flame.
A red, orange and yellow ball of rage roared upward eating its way through the wooden pyramid at its base. Plumes of grey were buffeted into the morning sky, carried aimlessly by a chill November wind. My eyes transformed into orbs of light, each flickering orange flame playing a light show on my pupils.
A piece of hot ash went onto me. I yelped in pain holding my now burnt pants.
Why the pants!?
But the show must go on!
I place the uncooked eggs onto the now hot pan with oil and begin to cook the dish. The scent of freshly cooked eggs, herbs and a special sauce wafted through the air.
I could see a small head peaking out from behind the barn door which had multiple holes through it.
I immediately knew it was Augusteen. The minute my eyes trailed towards his direction he ducked. But the broken door didn't hide anything.
I chuckle softly.
"I'm not going to hurt you anymore. I won't force you to do anything you don't want. How about you come here and eat with me. Then we can go to the market place. After that I'll set you free. Just don't tell anyone where I am. Well you won't know, I'll be going somewhere far away where no one knows me."
He nods timidly and takes slow steps towards me. I place the plate of food on the bench about 10 meters away from me and sit back down on the ground.
He hesitantly picks up the wooden spoon before placing it into his mouth. His eyes light up like a light bulb and he begins to eat the food more quickly. His soft cheeks bulge like a hamster storing food in its mouth.
My palm cover my mouth to hide the growing smile and laughter. Noticing my expression the little prince blushes in embarrassment eating more slowly.
"Eat as much as you want. I made seconds. Your a growing boy so you should eat a lot."
He nods, a small smile highlighting his cute dimples. I notice he gets up and quietly sits next to me. A small nearly inaudiable,
"Thank you..."
I chuckle softly and ruffle his head of long silver hair affectionately.
"No problem. I want to apologies, I know I can't make you forgive me but I'll try my best to make it up for you today."
He stayed silent. I just continue to rub his head gently before urging him to eat more. He shakes his head.
Cuddled into the front of the me was a young child, too big to be a baby but still very young. For the most part he kept his head buried in my torn woollen jacket, his silver tufty hair sticking out behind like he'd just woken up from a long nap.
I sight helplessly, but I couldn't help but find the gesture cute beyond words.
His fingers curled into the fabric, not clasping it tightly, but just enough to reassure him they were staying together in this strange place.
Against his red jacket his pale skin was flawless, beautiful. I wanted to scoop him up, to give him a hug of my own, but I knew that would never do. I wasn't his mother and that's all he wanted, so long as he had me everything was going to be alright.
It isn't right for me to take care of him. He needs to go back to his own family. Plus he probably isn't very fond of me after what the previous villan did.
But for now, I want him to be safe. Act like a normal kid, because in the castle he probably has to undergo the harsh training of royalty and have people plot against him.
So I'll try my best, even if it's only for today to make him happy.
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(A/N I should warn you now. This story is probably going to be mature due to him being and Incubus and how I want this story to go. Kinda like
otoko darake no isekai trip bl (just a little)
