Chapter 7
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“Crow” closed his eyes and willed himself out of the vision. “Goddamn. That’s a pretty nasty memory you got there.” He mumbled. He gazed at the ceiling, taking in a breath. His hearing became more focused as he sat looking at the ceiling, and his ears were detecting a sound.
Footsteps.
He closed his eyes in order to further sharpen his sense of hearing. He heard two sets of footsteps. One was heavy and had a clack to it. A male, and he was dressed rather fancy. The other was much gentler and had more of a click to it. A female, also might be wearing high class clothing.
He turned his attention to the stairway not too far from him, the origin of the sound. He walked to the side of the entrance, taking slow and gentle strides so as not to make much sound. He focused his hearing once more, listening to the pair approach closer.
“He’s around here somewhere. You’ll see him soon.” The man spoke, his voice sounding familiar to “Crow”.
Just where have I heard that voice before?
The footsteps came closer, they were in front of the entrance now. He took in a breath before getting in the entryway and throwing out his fist to punch the face of the man.
“s**t!” “Crow” shouted.
His fist was caught in the hand of the man, but this wasn’t the reason for his profanity. It was who the man was that caused the outburst.
“You came looking for me, huh? You want a round two or something?”
It was Zexal, wearing his usual, and quite pretentious, white suit.
“Is that any way to treat a man who’s come bearing gifts?”
“Crow” became infuriated, “I don’t want any gift you have for me!”
Zexal simply tsked, “This one I’m sure you do.” He released his fist and turned sideways to present the person behind him, “Crow”’s gift.
The young lady stood there staring at him with her dark eyes and black hair. She wore an elaborate dress that spoke of her high standing.
“Airi… How?” His heart ached as he approached her. “Is that really-”
She took a step back, “Is this really a servant of mine? He seems to have no respect for personal space!”
He stopped in his tracks, shocked by her comment, before turning to Zexal. “What did you do to her? Why doesn’t she remember me?”
Zexal sighed, “Well, when I saved her from those Demon Hunters it seemed that the experience took her memory from her. She might’ve hit her head somewhere.”
“The ash… I saw her turn to ash!”
“Well, I had to fool them into thinking she died, didn’t I?”
“You could’ve at least told me…”
“Well, I didn’t. Shall we leave this dreary place now? I think you should live near your master. Take the hostage too. We need him for information on where his buddies are.”
“Why should we keep him alive? Airi’s not dead, I’m not exactly getting revenge now?”
He took a moment to think it over, “Well I didn’t want to tell you this, but I suspect that they are the reason for Airi’s memory loss.”
“Crow” narrowed his eyes, “Explain.”
“I suspect that they have a sorcerer capable of taking memories and that killing him will get her memories back.”
“Crow” wanted to not believe him, but if this would help the other one in any way, he thought he should give it a chance. “Okay, I’ll go. But don’t think we’re automatically buddies.”
“Of course, I wouldn’t dream of it.” He smirked.
I really want to break his face.
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