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Same Old, Same Old PT 2
Read the first part here: http://www.gaiaonline.com/arena/writing/fiction/vote/?entry_id=101257903#title#title#title#title#title
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“What is this stuff?”
Akurai was fascinated by these things that people were inside. They had wheels on the bottom and they were turning, of their own accord! Everyone seemed to have one! Noticing the drivers inside, he spotted that they were holding onto something that looked like a thinner smaller wheel. Whenever they turned the wheel inside, the wheels outside would turn too! Ingenious!!!!
He blinked and brushed his long black hair out of his blue eyes. This was certainly the strangest thing he had ever seen.
“Are you interested in getting one?”
Akurai turned at the sound of a human talking to him. One of the female humans had approached him, leaving her male companion for a minute. He blinked and smiled, “Yes. Was I that obvious?” He laughed slightly, deciding to play along for now.
“Well, you were staring in deep thought,” the man said, approaching the woman. He smiled at the King of the Dead, “What is your name?”
“Akurai, and yours?” He blinked at the new way of talking humans had obtained. It was much like the way noblemen in the royal court of Hell or Heaven spoke. Clear, unflattering and demanding.
“I am Samuel Smith,” the man introduced.
“And I am Sara Smith,” the woman said.
“It’s nice to meet you,” Akurai said politely. A thought suddenly struck him and he suddenly said, “Is there anywhere I can go to have gold exchanged for currency?”
Both humans blinked as if he was crazy. For a minute, Akurai thought he had said something wrong.
“Exchange gold?” Mr. Smith said slowly, “I’d think the bank would be your best bet.”
“Is that so?” Akurai smiled at the middle-aged couple, “Can you give me directions?”
“Are you a foreigner?” the woman asked confused, “You don’t sound like one.”
“I haven’t been here for a long time,” Akurai smiled.
“I see…”
“Here,” he man said pulling out a map and handing it to the King of the Dead who took it confused, “The bank is over here, next to the library. I’m afraid at this hour though, the bank already has closed though.” He looked at his watch and Akurai saw there were three handles inside a small case. Two of the three handles were reaching the top and one was at the very top. The top number read ‘12’ and the bottom ‘6’. West was labeled ‘9’ and east, ‘3’. Such a strange way of counting.
“It’s ten,” the woman said, “We better get going.”
Akurai smiled again and bowed, “Then I will not keep you any longer.” He handed back the map and said, “Thank you,” to the couple before vanishing.
“A strange one,” he commented.
“Yes, there was something… inhuman about him,” the woman whispered.
Akurai was sitting in front of the bank steps. Placing both his hands in his lap, he waited patiently for the bank to open. As Samuel Smith had said, the bank was closed now.
If he could, he would go to the library next to it, but that was closed too. The sign said open 10:00 AM to 9:00 PM everyday. The bank was open apparently from 9:00 AM to 4:00 PM.
He sighed and waited some more. The sky was getting darker and darker, and lights were slowly being turned off one by one. Only the noise of some four mile away bar or club could be heard over the silence of the night. Closing his eyes, he sighed again as he heard humans approach him again.
“May I help you?”
“You sure can,” one of the humans slurred. Akurai could smell the overpowering stench of alcohol coming from his breath and clothes. He refused to recoil and put on a disgusted face instead.
“You stink of alcohol,” he sighed, looking at the clock inside the window of a closed shop. The large hand was at the six and the smaller hand was between the two and the three. He would have to ask someone how to read the time.
The man moved closer and Akurai pushed him back powerfully. So powerfully; that he smashed into the concrete ground hard, creating a sickening crack of bone breaking.
“My arm!!” he roared through the alcohol and scrambling up, “You broke my ******** arm you little b*****d!!”
Akurai yawned and said, “Really? I apologize then.”
Another of the drunken group began pushing up his sleeves. “You’ll pay for that,” he slurred.
Akurai couldn’t deal with this. Messed up demons, messed up angels and even messed up gods he could deal with, but this? There was no way. Their stupidity was shooting through the roof and it was irritating the hell out of him.
“Move or I will have to force you to,” he snarled, his blue eyes flashing navy.
“Oh? Are we supposed to be scared?” one of the men asked.
Akurai felt his temper rise. In less than an instant he had killed his first four humans on Earth.
“The world has four less humans,” he sighed, holding their souls and throwing them into bottles. There were no bodies left.
He placed both hands in his pockets and figured that he might as well go to the bar or club or whatever the hell was going on over there.
- by KitsueMage |
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- | Submitted on 04/09/2009 |
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- Title: Same Old, Same Old PT 2
- Artist: KitsueMage
- Description: Tired of the same thing, Akurai, the King of the Dead, wants to see the human world. But little does he know that it had changed quite a lot since his last visit.
- Date: 04/09/2009
- Tags: sameold kingofdead akurai humanity death
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- Whitechocolate_Devil - 04/09/2009
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x3 i like the whole throwing their souls into bottles part biggrin
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