Prier had nearly forgotten about that silly comic book she “borrowed” from the restricted section of the library years ago. She randomly found it while she was busy trying to change the sheets on her bed (yes, that was an exploit by itself), hidden under the mattress. She still couldn’t believe that she had actually read that thing once, that stupid little douj—something about Kururu and Giroro. Honestly, she still couldn’t remember why she kept it, though she remembered exactly why she hid it. Kururu just wouldn’t stop bugging her about it. But nowadays, she had outgrown such childlike behaviour such as reading filthy comics like those and she was ready to throw it out along with the rest of the junk.
Just as soon as she reread that one page that was bothering her. --- Fuyuki should have known better to chase after Kururu after the sinister smile he gave before flying over to the source of the loud cry he heard near the waterfall. He really should have kept away, especially as he saw Prier mercilessly pounding Kururu to the ground, screaming obscenities that really shouldn’t be coming out of a nun’s mouth, all while being strangely flushed in the face. Strangely enough, Kururu was lying in a coma, yet his right arm was still up, his hand forming an unsettling “thumbs up” sign. Oh great what did he do this time.
Just as he was about to leave, he noted a small manga lying on the ground, the corner of the binding covered with a tiny amount of blood, almost as if it had been tossed right at someone’s head. “Huh, that’s weird, the guy on the cover almost looked like Kururu in his weird human suit. Hmm, was this something he drew? “Hmmm, I see,” he said out loud, casually flipping over the pages in deep thought before dropping the book in embarrassment.
“YOU, get the hell away from that thing!!!” Prier cried out, suddenly even redder than before. Fuyuki jerked back, looking for an escape route. The last thing he needed was for that girl to turn those fists against her. “O—okay? Just... one question.”
“WHAT?!”
“Who exactly is Croix?”
For the first and only time in his life, Fuyuki actually managed to beat someone in a race.
Revenge is Sweet
Just as soon as she reread that one page that was bothering her.
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Fuyuki should have known better to chase after Kururu after the sinister smile he gave before flying over to the source of the loud cry he heard near the waterfall. He really should have kept away, especially as he saw Prier mercilessly pounding Kururu to the ground, screaming obscenities that really shouldn’t be coming out of a nun’s mouth, all while being strangely flushed in the face. Strangely enough, Kururu was lying in a coma, yet his right arm was still up, his hand forming an unsettling “thumbs up” sign. Oh great what did he do this time.
Just as he was about to leave, he noted a small manga lying on the ground, the corner of the binding covered with a tiny amount of blood, almost as if it had been tossed right at someone’s head. “Huh, that’s weird, the guy on the cover almost looked like Kururu in his weird human suit. Hmm, was this something he drew? “Hmmm, I see,” he said out loud, casually flipping over the pages in deep thought before dropping the book in embarrassment.
“YOU, get the hell away from that thing!!!” Prier cried out, suddenly even redder than before. Fuyuki jerked back, looking for an escape route. The last thing he needed was for that girl to turn those fists against her. “O—okay? Just... one question.”
“WHAT?!”
“Who exactly is Croix?”
For the first and only time in his life, Fuyuki actually managed to beat someone in a race.
... don't stare at me like that!