First friend

One year and nine months had passed since Tuesday reincarnated, and now the biggest crisis of her life loomed before her eyes.

[100 Medieval Tortures - Full Guide]

[The Body Anatomy - Colored Edition]

[Every Body Says Something (EBSS)]

Wednesday had learned to read. She had always been a smart child, but no one expected her to master reading so quickly with just a few tips here and there.

The dark aura around her had grown even darker. She wasn't contradictory like her parents but was not a normal child.

She delved into topics like body language, anatomy, torture, philosophy, and history.

All those books were stored in the mansion. Wednesday was curious about everything and absorbed knowledge like a sponge.

Since they shared senses, Tuesday secretly enjoyed reading those books too, but she denied the concepts with her rational mind.

She was worried that Wednesday's curiosity would corrupt even herself.

'...Wednesday.'

"What?" Wednesday said, turning a page, engrossed in her book.

'We've read so much today. How about taking a break?'

She had given up trying to stop her curiosity; their arguments always ended with them hitting each other and Tuesday losing her self-esteem.

As her body's pain tolerance grew day after day, each fight would last a long time.

So she chose to reduce the amount and stimulation of corruption.

When Wednesday was excited about learning a new form of torture, Tuesday would sing to calm her mind. When she read too many books, Tuesday would suggest they "take a break" and distract her with other activities.

After hearing her words, Wednesday looked at the seven books she had read, revised, and taken notes on. She silently pondered the request for a few minutes.

"Fine." Wednesday finally agreed.

Tuesday didn't know if it was out of consideration or just to avoid fighting without reason.

"What do you want to do?"

'Well...'

She had no idea.

Their usual activities included learning martial arts with Uncle Fester, ballet, practicing swords, and other eccentric hobbies for a child not even two years old.

None of these seemed like "taking a break."

'Let's play with the instruments.'

Wednesday was obsessed with efficiency and planning, so Tuesday always tried to be specific in her requests. Otherwise, Wednesday would refute it as futile and unnecessary.

"Ok, but there are conditions."

'...What do you want?'

Tuesday didn't contest her behavior because she knew Wednesday was aware of her trying to curb her hobbies.

"You will go by yourself."

'Eh? Why?'

"You do your business."

It was direct and dry. However, Tuesday felt a hint of concern in her words.

Wednesday was very independent despite being so young. Tuesday felt like she was trying to encourage this behavior in herself too.

This was partly Tuesday's fault; she rarely appeared outside unless requested by her family or to interfere when Wednesday could be hurt during training.

'Ok.'

With those words, she felt her senses becoming more acute. Her body was completely under her command.

Her eyes became cold, and her footsteps were calm and coordinated. She perfectly simulated Wednesday's behavior.

'Coward,' cursed Wednesday in her mind.

Sharing her senses, Wednesday was fully aware of her heart racing crazily, contrary to her external demeanor.

Tuesday ignored her words and walked to the room of instruments.

A beautiful piano melody could be heard from the room.

It was a sound Tuesday had never heard in her past life. She felt a calm yet provocative feeling from the music.

Curiously, she approached and saw a tall man with an expressionless face and strange eyes playing the piano.

It was Lurch, the man with a calm aura and a threatening appearance.

Sigh...

Happily, it was just Lurch. He was the most stoic member of the family.

Tuesday approached the man without fear or hesitation and started to listen to the piano.

She sat far away but close enough to appreciate the song.

Tuesday melancholically observed the man's hands.

As an idol, her life was turbulent and full of work. Music was a daily routine for her, for good or for bad.

When was the last time she just appreciated a song without thinking about the next show or worrying about dying stupidly because of her family?

A faint smile appeared on her expressionless face.

Her feet started to hit the ground rhythmically, and her little body moved in sync with the melody.

"♪~"

Tuesday sang with her eyes closed.

The piano adapted to her singing; it was a meticulous work.

Following the piano, Tuesday sang loudly, a cheerful and animated melody, contrasting with the calm and sad blues she usually sang.

It was so fun.

When the melody finally ended, Tuesday opened her eyes.

The tall man was staring directly into her eyes.

Her face blushed with shame, but she quickly hid her emotions.

She moved her head in all directions to see if anyone had seen her.

Fortunately, there was no one there.

The tall man just got up from his seat and left the room.

Seeing the man leave as if nothing had happened, Tuesday held the bottom of his suit, stopping his steps.

"Come here tomorrow."

The man just stared at her face, not showing any emotions.

"The same time. Don't tell anyone." she said, her eyes cold as an iceberg, commanding like a monarch.

Lurch nodded and left the room.

Wednesday just observed her eccentric and incomprehensible behavior without saying anything.

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"♪"

The next day, Wednesday was usually reading her books, moving her feet rhythmically to the melody with a spider on her shoulder, unaware of the world.

Tuesday was worried because she felt like she was stealing Wednesday's time every time she took a break.

As an alternative, she limited her breaks to when they were necessary and sang to passively reduce her stimulation.

But...

[48 Tactics of War]

[The Perfect Crime]

[Telling Lies]

[...]

'Are you doing this on purpose?!'

More than ten books were piled up by her side. Wednesday had become more proactive in reading books, as if she were playing with her mind.

"Want to take a break?"

Now she was directly asking for a break. The roles had subtly reversed.

Tuesday didn't know if she should be happy or sad about it.

'Please.'

The body switched; the cold eyes became anxious eyes.

Tuesday naturally opened the door of the room, and the spider climbed into her hair.

She observed all directions and ensured that there was no one around.

'Why do it every time?' asked Wednesday, curiously.

"All insurance is good." she said, justifying her compulsive behavior.

'Is that so?' Wednesday just accepted her words innocently, as if digesting new knowledge.

If her mind was switched, she would note the dots becoming even darker. Fortunately, Tuesday couldn't see it.

Seeing no one around, Tuesday walked in slightly quick steps.

The sound of a melody welcomed her ears again.

Lurch was playing the piano with the same stoic face as always.

A lively melody was being played.

When she entered the room, Lurch didn't even blink.

Tuesday picked up a chair and sat beside him.

With her little hands, she touched the piano, sharing a melody with the man.

Lurch followed her lead, improvising a melody together.

"♪"

Sometimes happy and other times sad, the music explored many emotions in the spacious room.

A smile never disappeared from her face.

She stared at the tall man with lively eyes.

"Hey, Lurch. Want to try something different?"

The hands stopped playing the piano. The man looked at her inexpressively.

"Different...?"

Tuesday held his hands and got up from her seat. As her body was small, she had to stay on her toes to reach Lurch's fingers.

Lurch stood stoically in the middle of the room.

Tuesday picked up an old disc from a box and blew off the dust.

She climbed up a chair, positioned the disc, and activated the player.

The Addams house was full of old relics, and obviously, a disc player couldn't be missing from their stock.

A happy and old melody started to play.

Tuesday started to move her feet following the sound of the music.

Her steps were meticulous and synchronized, reflecting her old experiences and huge shows.

Lurch just stared at her dancing without saying a word.

"Now, you try!"

"Me...?"

Lurch pointed at himself with wide eyes. It was the first time Tuesday saw him showing so much emotion.

"Pft-" she laughed.

"Just do as I do, you got it?"

"Got... it."

Tuesday moved her feet rhythmically.

The movements were elegant but simple.

Lurch moved his feet robotically, like a broken machine. The elegance turned static, like his face.

It was a complete disaster.

"Just relax. This way, neat." said Tuesday, demonstrating the movements skillfully.

Lurch finally started to follow the melody.

"You're good! You're doing well." praised Tuesday with warm eyes.

"Haha" laughed the tall man.

It was the first time Tuesday saw the man laugh.

Both the man and the child danced to the song with smiling faces.

Lurch moved in strange and wild ways, while Tuesday moved coordinately and elegantly.

In their ways, they were having fun.

Tuesday was so immersed in her steps that she couldn't see the figures secretly staring behind the door.