I decided to follow him.
Blabbermouth, that's how I call him now. Stole it from the old lady.
The reasons for me to follow him are multiple.
For a first. I want to style on those fucking guards by shuffling in front of them, one foot in front of me, then another foot behind, twist, dance, GO, GO, FLEX ON THOSE LOSEEEERS, I'M FLEEEEXING ON YOU FUCKER, SEE!? SEE!? AH! RIGHT! YOU CAN'T SEE ME YOU ANNOYING BASTARD! MUAHAHAHHAHA YOU CAN'T SEE ME NOW, FOR A WEEEEK A FUCKING WEEEEEK YOU'VE BEEN A BITCH, NOW YOU'RE MY BITCH!
Ah, it feels so good to release a bit of pressure on those fuckers, just passed so much time trying to enter you know?
And then.
Leave.
Talking about leaving "See ya tomorrow"
The right guard, the one I was just dancing in front nods back at the short man -blabbermouth- "You're not staying today?"
"Yeah, Sana told me to buzz off"
"Ah, well, you're better off today anyway."
The short man that has been thrown away to do a job and...not come back today stops mid step, turns and looks at the guard "What?"
The guard on the left turns his head to stare at his coworker.
He stares for a long moment before coughing and mumbling something between his coughs. "Been here for a month"
The right guard stares at the left guard. He stares three times before the realization click into his brain "Ah, right."
He focus back on the blabbermouth. Unable to see me in front of him, doing my best fucking dance moves-! Joking joking, I stopped.
"Well. See you tomorrow"
Blabbermouth doesn't seem satisfied with that however, his head turns to the right, and then the left, before he sighs when he finds no support. Only homeless around, and they're pretty far away from us. In the ruins around the brothel. Still, he doesn't give up and shakes his head.
"What did you meant by that?"
Actually? I'm pretty curious too, what did you mean by that right guard? Sliding back toward blabbermouth and crossing my arms, I support him
Invisibly.
Damn I love being invisible. Especially after an all-nighter.
The guard on the right looks at his opposite on the left, the left one answers with his own gaze, and I can just FEEL the conversation passing through with only eye contact. Blabbermouth probably does too considering he's squinting at them now.
The guard on the left nods up toward blabbermouth.
The guard on the right shakes his head at the nod, frowns, and nods up at blabbermouth too.
Lefty shakes his head and lean closer to whisper something, his movements getting faster and faster.
Righty looks confused, he leans closer and lifts one hand before whispering back, I can hear something like "You're too far. I can't fucking hear you dumbass!"
And he's indeed pretty far, the open doors are pretty big. And the guards are seperared by the entrance. So. Yeah. Still, the entrance isn't that big, and if I look up and get some distance, I can see that it's the smallest thing about the brothel.
Like I thought, the brothel is way bigger than what I've seen.
In term of length, for a first. From left to right, it's way bigger than the fireplace room. But like. Waaaaaaay bigger. Bigger than the library, and even if I'm not sure because it was far away. It still looks smaller than the academy buildings, but it's still pretty big
Bigger than most things EVEN in the rich district. Only problem is that it looks weird with the different piece of woods composing it.
Shit's like the Franky house.
Well, maybe it's not that bad.
Still a bit odd. Especially considering the right twist it has, on the right, the building does a turn. It's not a straight line, it's a straight line from left to the entrance to the right, but THEN, on the right side, the straight line and the building continues in an inverted L shape, as if there was a turn there.
More odder though, is the height of the building. Which, from the outside, is way taller than the ceiling I've seen in the lobby.
I'm sure of it. There's a second floor. Maybe even a third.
There's smoke coming up from the top right of the building, nowhere else though, which is odd and pretty annoying considering that I thought there was a kitchen on the left. Maybe I'll be able to see more, and maybe find a window if I circle the building?
I'm definetly missing a big part. If not. Most parts of the building.
Annoying.
Blabbermouth coughs to get the attention of the whispering guards once again, they both stop and turn back toward blabber mouth, who raises his eyebrow.
"So?"
Lefty gives righty a glance, and righty gives it right back, they start whispering to each other again. Way faster and louder than before.
After some whispered insults, righty straighten himself and looks at blabbermouth, coughs to get back his voice and says "Well...."
Blabbermouth looks more and more impatient. And me too really. Because I'm getting more and more curious, it's pretty clear that something pretty big is happening today. And I would love to know about it for purely professional reasons.
Don't ask what my job is.
"'Well' what?"
Righty rolls his eyes before looking at lefty again, then back inside the brothel, and then over blabbermouth shoulder "wellllllllll-!"
Righty raises his hand up and waves at someone behind blabbermouth "Hey Yamato!"
What?
Everyone looks behind me. Blabbermouth included, the only one that doesn't look back is lefty that sighs and shakes his head.
Looking back too. I see him.
The bear.
Yamato.
My hands tighten against my crossbow, who's still in my hands, it didn't left. Sometimes I put it on my shoulder. Change grips. Or under my arm. But it's loaded, and I'm holding it close, and that hasn't changed since I've seen Yamato grind a man cheek into swiss cheese right in front of me as he begged for mercy.
Without any sort of hesitation, I pull back, a lot, sliding until I'm away from blabber mouth and the guards and closer to the homeless. My crossbow crosshair close to Yamato, not aiming, technically, but ready to aim and shoot at any moment.
Talking about the bear, he looks a bit confused, tilts his head under the umbrella and all. Beside him, there's a girl. Middle aged. Not modest, at all.
Not my mother. And that usually wouldn't make me care about her. But I'm pretty sure prostitute pass by the doors, so...
Maybe she's my opportunity to go deeper in the brothel!
Keeping that in mind, I start circling around Yamato and the prostitute, aiming to be behind them.
As I do so. Yamato answers the guard "Hello?" He has a pretty high voice. Compared to what his build would indicate. Sounds pretty gentle, doesn't look like a gentle man, or is gentle.
He looks around at the homeless around and...wait a second.
I never had the opportunity to infect Yamato.
He always go back to youta's house, and doesn't stay around the brothel for long so...
I feel out with my sixty sense, focusing on it.
Only to feel...nothing in his brain.
But as I turn to get around him, as he turns his head to look around at the homeless. His eyes glaze over me as if I wasn't here, as if seeing a kid around wasn't the weirdest shit in my village.
...what the fuck? Don't...don't I do illusions?
What? That's...
What?
Feeling out my sixth sense harder, I ignore the way the prostitute and Yamato get closer to the guard. How Yamato turns his hand to the side to ask a silent question.
I ignore this.
Instead. I focus on my sixth sense. and on the feeling around me, on all the homeless that are infected, on the ground beneath me, which is oozing my own flow everywhere, on the rain above us, dripping my flow spreading my virus. On the walls of the brothel, moldy with magic, it's everywhere.
But it's not in Yamato's brain.
Not yet. I can see it though, the rain falling on his hand, the way my flow spreads inside his bloodlow and slowly get to the brain.
It is infecting him. I am infecting him.
But...he wasn't.
A second ago he wasn't.
An he didn't saw me.
What!?