6 The Ghetto Prince (5)

Entering the tent, Lin was met with a man. That man wore some kind of plague attire. His plague attire being; a googled silverish crow mask, a beautiful black trench coat, and a fancy long hat with some red feather plucking out from its side.

Based on what Lin overheard from some random guy, "He's a fhukin Aphofa Fairy..." Lin spoke his thoughts out loud. It was at this moment, that inside the dimly lighted tent, the man suddenly noticed Lin's

"I'm sorry what?" The Aphofa Fairy's muffled voice sounded under his mask. Tilting his head slightly to the right.

Seeing this, instead of answering the man, Lin turned his head and looked back. Then he turned his head up front again, and tilted his head to the left.

"Uh... never mind..." The Aphofa Fairy untilted, and facepalmed. Upon seeing the man again, facepalming himself, Lin frowned. He had seen many people done that in front of him, but he never really understood what it meant.

"Your name was... Zhao... was it?" The Aphofa Fairy's muffled tone, combined with the crow mask covering his face, made it hard for the boy to read. But as he recognized the phrase after countless of other talkings, he sneered.

"Hmm? Ya gat a problem wit'..." Zhao spoke loudly, on the verge of shouting but simply at the edge. All that drama, with his seemingly frowning face, only to be interrupted near the end.

"Just go to the corner and do... Ugh, I'm sure I don't really have to explain it a third time, do I?..." The Aphofa Fairy sighed as he said so. "...getting tired of this simplistic work, should have... for... differ..."

The Aphofa Fairy's mumble slowly disappeared as he sat at another, different corner, opposite to the one the boy was told to go to. The man opened a leathered book from his coat, and started reading it.

"Then..." Zhao walked towards the corner of the room, before taking off his pants, and...

Piss!

He aimed it to this jar of sorts, next to these other jars of sorts. The sensation, the feeling, of something coming out from your body, liquid rather. That feeling had always been such a pleasant experience.

Especially when you drank too much water, and you've decided to wait it out a little.

But sadly Zhao couldn't spare details. He could tell you how it felt, he can roughly tell you how much he drank today, but he couldn't tell you how he 'did' it. His control over this little bodily process had taken years to master. Just imagine what would happen if he shared his...

"What in the blazes are you doing?!?"

The shout, coming from behind him, had shocked Zhao terribly. Causing him to catch his aim off, and scatter the outed liquids everywhere. Before the Aphofa Fairy could do anything about it, the outed liquids were scattered everywhere. "Ah shiate..."

On the other jars, the caps above them, the wooden stackings...

Soon, pretty much everything was covered in Zhao's liquid. The Aphofa Fairy, seeing this, almost cried. This wasn't the first time this had happened. He already clearly explained to him, from beginning to end, the correct procedures. Yet, the boy had really managed to mess it up again.

The only thing he did correctly, was taking his piss out on the jar.

It wasn't that it was wrong before, but the way Zhao did it, did not align with the procedures. Let alone his perfectionist temperament, particularly on procedures, he just couldn't take it anymore. So it was then, the Aphofa Fairy snapped.

"Ngehahaha!!! How silly of you to do that!!! Silly... silly... silly... silly you, and silly me!!!" The Aphofa Fairy laughed maniacally, then he mumbled crazily. Tucking the book he was reading, back into his coat. All that done, he charged towards Zhao.

Maybe the word charge was a bit of an exaggeration, but he fast-walked towards the boy.

"Gah! It jus' a lit'le piss an' abot! No ne'd to be a dik abot' it!" Zhao's face went grim as he saw the Aphofa Fairy nearing him. He wanted to move, but his pants were still down, and he was still taking a piss.

Tap! Tap! Tap!

The man was nearing him, he didn't have much time left. The toppling figure of an adult, in front of a child, was just too mountainous. Zhao's head spiraled quickly. He needed to do something, and quick.

Suddenly, the boy recalled to the most recent and foremost memory that he could possibly reach out at a moment like this. To when he had thrown that tomato to that little girl. Of course, the answer was so simple, he needed to take the environment to his advantage.

But what can he possibly use? There was a glass jar in front of him, a wooden stool below him, this peculiar looking knife coming out of nowhere, and a...

Yeah, there really wasn't a need to think much about it after all. While pissing, the boy just rotated his whole, doing it as he held his thing with one hand, while the other at his waist.

"ARGH... NOOOOO!!! MY BODY!!!" The Aphofa Fairy's body trembled in disgust. He shook wildly, all before tripping himself backwards, and tumbling down to the ground. Coincidentally, the man's crow mask, for some unknown reason, flung open.

Swish!

"Miss Alfreyah!!!" Hearing the panicked yell, the male attendant immediately left his post and entered the tent. The tent flaps opened inwardly, light flashed through the dimly lighted tent. His eyes adjusting, the male attendant really didn't know what to expect.

Did the boy finally show sign, of that thing? Or did he instead, find out of the thing inside of him, and decided to throw a tantrum?

Even before the attendant entered, even as he sneered in contempt, even with his double face, the man was secretly nervous inside. All these people, the ones lining up, and even the ones that aren't. In fact, everyone here, he was secretly afraid of.

But he didn't say anything.

Kept his mouth shut, and kept walking normally. That's what he always did. That's what distinguished him from all others. That's what been keeping him alive all this time. The key to that despicable locked mouth of his, was already, long gone. Had he kept it, he would've died. Had he lost it, he would've still died sooner or later.

But that's of course, if the boy turned...

"Alfress!!! Get this boy out off of mhrghugle~ gurgle! gurgle! gurgle!..." The opened crow mask, showed upon a feminine face. Her skin was white soft. Perhaps one of the most beautiful things that Zhao had ever seen in this despicable place.

Her eyes, were just like red fire, just like the red feather atop her head. But then again, it might've been just because she was angry. Her eyes did resemble that one drunkard Zhao saw once. Man his eyes were bloodshot red when he got kicked from the tavern.

Not something he wanted to see again.

It was at this moment, that the male attendant's eyes finished registering. That man, Alfress, stared at shock. No, not even the word shock would be able to describe what he saw. What he was seeing rather.

It was frightening!

He wasn't afraid of the boy pissing on Miss Alfreyah. In fact, he didn't mind it really, she deserved it. But what he was afraid of rather, was what she would do next. Or more specifically, what she would do to that boy.

All this took some time to explain, but it went quite quick.

Try to picture, a groveling mistress being pissed upon by a boy. Pictured it? great, because that's exactly what the attendant was seeing right now. Oh, did I mention that Zhao also aimed for her face? Somewhere very specific really. Beneath the...

"Ahlfrh~ ghurghlemhpf!~ Grghert~ thrshs~ bhorgly~ ohhff!!!" His eyes quivered with disbelief. He looked at the crying Aphofa Fairy, then on Zhao's elated face.

"Dear lord, what have I done..."