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Summary: Road and Tyki meet for an afternoon tea.
The exorcist bled all over the clean white table.
“Ah, I see we have a guest.”
“Uncle Tyki!” Road jumped at the sight of him, and beamed at her most favorite uncle. She rushed to give him a hug, and he awkwardly handled both his cigarette and patting her on the head at the same time. With a warm chuckle, he gave her a light squeeze, and then the embrace was over.
“Welcome to my tea party,” she giggled, and smiled with all her teeth. “Look, look, I even got someone to come with us! I’ll introduce you to everyone.”
“Oh, just a moment.” Tyki patted his pockets before he found a suitable lollipop. “I saw it, and thought of you.”
Road’s face lighted with happiness, and she quickly snatched it away before he could take it back. “You still have to look at my math homework,” she said, sticking out her tongue.
“Yes, yes,” Tyki sighed, taking off his top hat and coat after a long day of work. “But you know I’m no good at algebra.”
“Uncle Tyki is good at everything!” she smiled.
“So, who’s our guest?”
Road held out a finger. “I want to introduce everyone else first! This is Lady Mishap.” She held out a teddy bear with its head torn off, leaving only stuffings behind. She put it on the chair cheerfully, and patted its neck happily.
“Good evening, milady,” Tyki said, nodding towards the broken teddy bear.
Road giggled. “This is Lord Trouble.” The pink elephant was stained with blood, and its trunk had been brutally torn off. Tyki only smiled and nodded.
“And this is our guest. I don’t know his name,” Road pouted, “Say your name for Uncle Tyki.”
The exorcist shifted his only eye. He held the other one shut, blood streaming down his face. He swallowed rapidly a few times, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. Finally, he opened his mouth.
“It doesn’t matter. We’ll call him Mr. Exorcist, okay, Uncle Tyki?”
“If that is what you wish,” Tyki said, smiling. “My, my, what a meal we have here.”
On top of an otherwise beautiful white lacy tabletop, there was an array of cakes. There were all different sorts from all over the world, shining deliciously under the chandelier. Fruits gleamed on top of some, and others dripped in chocolate. There were white teapots, frilled with gold and pink. Road had also taken the trouble to arrange some flowers in the middle.
“Roses, I believe?” Tyki reached out a hand and gently touched one. The roses were already dead, and a petal crisply fell to the table. With his thumb, Tyki nonchalantly crushed it into pieces.
The exorcist swallowed again, licking his dried lips and flickering his eye back and forth. He was sweating profusely and somewhat smelled, but Road was too nice to comment.
Road was already eating the cake. “Tell us about your day, Uncle Tyki.”
“Shouldn’t we feed the guest, first?”
“But if I untie him, he’ll run away,” Road said sadly. “And then I’ll have to kill him.”
“Hmm.” Tyki filled his teacup, and took a deep sip. “My day, hmm?”
Road happily ate her cake. Frosting delicately stood at the end of her nose until she wiped it off with a napkin.
“I hunted down a few exorcists today,” Tyki said, taking off his gloves and eyeing his fingernails. He smoothed back his hair again before he started on a cake, taking only a small bite.
“I thought you went to work at the mines again,” Road cried.
“I got interrupted. Ah, there was a terrible accident today. A part of the cave collapsed. I had to go in and save a little boy. I must remember to give him more presents in the future.”
“Do you like him more than me?” Road pouted.
“Of course not, of course not,” Tyki quickly assured.
Road giggled.
“I won a few hands of poker,” Tyki said, “That was fun. I’ve been practicing. If I ever see Allen Walker again, I hope I don’t have to kill him right away.”
“Allen—Allen Walker?” the exorcist hoarsely said. Then he coughed, shuddering slightly.
“Oh! You know him?” Tyki was surprised, and then smiled. “Of course you know him. He must be very famous.”
“. . . How . . . “ The exorcist trembled. “How can you work with . . . humans . . . yet turn around and . . . kill us?” Blood dripped onto the table.
“Ehh?” Tyki blinked. “I like humans.”
“Then why do you kill them?” the exorcist almost shouted, but his voice was too raspy and dry, and he hung his head painfully.
“Because I like them,” Tyki said honestly.
“I have a game! Let’s play a game.” Road rocked back and forth. “I haven’t fed Mr. Exorcist anything for a few days now. Do you want to eat something?”
The exorcist looked away.
“Just one bite,” Road sang. “Or else I’ll have to play with you in other ways.”
Tyki sipped his tea peacefully and leaned back.
“Chocolate cake? Sweet cake? If you don’t pick, I’ll shove it down your throat,” Road sang.
The exorcist trembled.
“Then . . . tea . . . “ he rasped. His eye flickered to Tyki, who still was drinking it. Tyki blinked in surprise.
“Oh, here’s a clever one, Road,” he said, setting down his cup.
Road pouted, but reluctantly poured him a cup of tea. She messily put it to his mouth and drained it down his throat, which he gulped greedily.
“No fun,” she only said, and turned back to her mutilated stuffed animals.
“It seems that I must be leaving soon,” Tyki said.
“So soon? You just came.”
“My apologizes, Road.”
“Will you bring me back Allen?” she asked eagerly. “He’s much more fun! I want to play with him.”
“Why don’t you join me?” Tyki asked in amusement.
The exorcist coughed. Blood splattered on the cake in front of him. Suddenly, he began to tremble, and then wheezing, tossed his head back and even more blood dripped from his mouth.
“I can play with Allen?” she asked, her eyes gleaming
“As much as you want, my dear Road.”
The exorcist’s seizures stopped, and then he was completely silent.
“I’ll get someone else to clean this up,” Road said, running to him and taking his hand. Her own tea cup was full of sugar cubes. “I’m going to play with Allen, and he’s going to be a lot better than Mr. Exorcist.”
Tyki chuckled. “Next time, do put a little less poison in the tea.” He wiped his tongue with a napkin as they exited the room. “It’s a bit too sour for my tastes.”
“I put less in the cakes, though . . . “
The door shut, leaving a table set for a tea party, two mutilated stuffed animals, and a single corpse behind.
- 8/15/08
http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view.php?id=86787
Mahō Tsukai ni Taisetsu na Koto: Natsu no Sora
The exorcist bled all over the clean white table.
“Ah, I see we have a guest.”
“Uncle Tyki!” Road jumped at the sight of him, and beamed at her most favorite uncle. She rushed to give him a hug, and he awkwardly handled both his cigarette and patting her on the head at the same time. With a warm chuckle, he gave her a light squeeze, and then the embrace was over.
“Welcome to my tea party,” she giggled, and smiled with all her teeth. “Look, look, I even got someone to come with us! I’ll introduce you to everyone.”
“Oh, just a moment.” Tyki patted his pockets before he found a suitable lollipop. “I saw it, and thought of you.”
Road’s face lighted with happiness, and she quickly snatched it away before he could take it back. “You still have to look at my math homework,” she said, sticking out her tongue.
“Yes, yes,” Tyki sighed, taking off his top hat and coat after a long day of work. “But you know I’m no good at algebra.”
“Uncle Tyki is good at everything!” she smiled.
“So, who’s our guest?”
Road held out a finger. “I want to introduce everyone else first! This is Lady Mishap.” She held out a teddy bear with its head torn off, leaving only stuffings behind. She put it on the chair cheerfully, and patted its neck happily.
“Good evening, milady,” Tyki said, nodding towards the broken teddy bear.
Road giggled. “This is Lord Trouble.” The pink elephant was stained with blood, and its trunk had been brutally torn off. Tyki only smiled and nodded.
“And this is our guest. I don’t know his name,” Road pouted, “Say your name for Uncle Tyki.”
The exorcist shifted his only eye. He held the other one shut, blood streaming down his face. He swallowed rapidly a few times, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. Finally, he opened his mouth.
“It doesn’t matter. We’ll call him Mr. Exorcist, okay, Uncle Tyki?”
“If that is what you wish,” Tyki said, smiling. “My, my, what a meal we have here.”
On top of an otherwise beautiful white lacy tabletop, there was an array of cakes. There were all different sorts from all over the world, shining deliciously under the chandelier. Fruits gleamed on top of some, and others dripped in chocolate. There were white teapots, frilled with gold and pink. Road had also taken the trouble to arrange some flowers in the middle.
“Roses, I believe?” Tyki reached out a hand and gently touched one. The roses were already dead, and a petal crisply fell to the table. With his thumb, Tyki nonchalantly crushed it into pieces.
The exorcist swallowed again, licking his dried lips and flickering his eye back and forth. He was sweating profusely and somewhat smelled, but Road was too nice to comment.
Road was already eating the cake. “Tell us about your day, Uncle Tyki.”
“Shouldn’t we feed the guest, first?”
“But if I untie him, he’ll run away,” Road said sadly. “And then I’ll have to kill him.”
“Hmm.” Tyki filled his teacup, and took a deep sip. “My day, hmm?”
Road happily ate her cake. Frosting delicately stood at the end of her nose until she wiped it off with a napkin.
“I hunted down a few exorcists today,” Tyki said, taking off his gloves and eyeing his fingernails. He smoothed back his hair again before he started on a cake, taking only a small bite.
“I thought you went to work at the mines again,” Road cried.
“I got interrupted. Ah, there was a terrible accident today. A part of the cave collapsed. I had to go in and save a little boy. I must remember to give him more presents in the future.”
“Do you like him more than me?” Road pouted.
“Of course not, of course not,” Tyki quickly assured.
Road giggled.
“I won a few hands of poker,” Tyki said, “That was fun. I’ve been practicing. If I ever see Allen Walker again, I hope I don’t have to kill him right away.”
“Allen—Allen Walker?” the exorcist hoarsely said. Then he coughed, shuddering slightly.
“Oh! You know him?” Tyki was surprised, and then smiled. “Of course you know him. He must be very famous.”
“. . . How . . . “ The exorcist trembled. “How can you work with . . . humans . . . yet turn around and . . . kill us?” Blood dripped onto the table.
“Ehh?” Tyki blinked. “I like humans.”
“Then why do you kill them?” the exorcist almost shouted, but his voice was too raspy and dry, and he hung his head painfully.
“Because I like them,” Tyki said honestly.
“I have a game! Let’s play a game.” Road rocked back and forth. “I haven’t fed Mr. Exorcist anything for a few days now. Do you want to eat something?”
The exorcist looked away.
“Just one bite,” Road sang. “Or else I’ll have to play with you in other ways.”
Tyki sipped his tea peacefully and leaned back.
“Chocolate cake? Sweet cake? If you don’t pick, I’ll shove it down your throat,” Road sang.
The exorcist trembled.
“Then . . . tea . . . “ he rasped. His eye flickered to Tyki, who still was drinking it. Tyki blinked in surprise.
“Oh, here’s a clever one, Road,” he said, setting down his cup.
Road pouted, but reluctantly poured him a cup of tea. She messily put it to his mouth and drained it down his throat, which he gulped greedily.
“No fun,” she only said, and turned back to her mutilated stuffed animals.
“It seems that I must be leaving soon,” Tyki said.
“So soon? You just came.”
“My apologizes, Road.”
“Will you bring me back Allen?” she asked eagerly. “He’s much more fun! I want to play with him.”
“Why don’t you join me?” Tyki asked in amusement.
The exorcist coughed. Blood splattered on the cake in front of him. Suddenly, he began to tremble, and then wheezing, tossed his head back and even more blood dripped from his mouth.
“I can play with Allen?” she asked, her eyes gleaming
“As much as you want, my dear Road.”
The exorcist’s seizures stopped, and then he was completely silent.
“I’ll get someone else to clean this up,” Road said, running to him and taking his hand. Her own tea cup was full of sugar cubes. “I’m going to play with Allen, and he’s going to be a lot better than Mr. Exorcist.”
Tyki chuckled. “Next time, do put a little less poison in the tea.” He wiped his tongue with a napkin as they exited the room. “It’s a bit too sour for my tastes.”
“I put less in the cakes, though . . . “
The door shut, leaving a table set for a tea party, two mutilated stuffed animals, and a single corpse behind.
- 8/15/08
http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view.php?id=86787
Mahō Tsukai ni Taisetsu na Koto: Natsu no Sora