He tucked his arms under Zaraisha's armpits.
He dragged her out of the alley.
He kept dragging her till he reached a house, it was also broken, dust all over it.
Silence stretched louder than any word could be.
He knocked.
A man opened it. His hair dry, dandruff all over his hair. Beard half-cut. His eyes red.
He stroked his head.
"Kaita, you?" He coughed.
Kaita tilted his head in confusion.
"Who's that?"
"Don't play dumb," that man said.
"Do you have bread ?" Kaita asked.
"You already know we barely have anything to eat." That man kept stroking his head.
"Understood." Kaita nodded and began dragging Zaraisha from there.
That man stared at Zaraisha's lifeless body for a while.
Then
his expressions turned into pure horror.
"You bastard, you killed her." He shouted.
Kaita stopped mid-motion.
He didn't speak for a few seconds.
Then he said,
"I have no parents, no name, no face, no identity. Therefore I am Unknown, but I have a sister, and she's alive." He started dragging Zaraisha's dead body once again.
"She's dead, you moron." That man shouted again.
A pause.
"Whatever." He shut the door.
Kaita leaned Zaraisha against a wall.
Afterward, he was about to go somewhere else.
But he heard a voice from behind.
"Don't do that."
He turned behind, but there was no one except the lifeless body.
"I will come back. I am just going to ask for bread, nothing else." Kaita forced a smile at Zaraisha.
He moved forward, lifted a metal rod.
He reached that same house again.
That man was lying on the floor, eyes closed, unaware of the upcoming event.
Kaita ground his teeth. Lifted the metal rod high and, with sheer force, hit it on that man's leg.
CRACK.
He jerked up. Screamed in pain.
He cried.
"My leg!!"
"That's what you get when you lie." Kaita's voice calm. His eyes motionless, he felt no pity.
He moved forward.
That man was still screaming out of pain.
He aimed the rod at his head, ready to crush it.
"Don't... do that... Kaita." His voice cracked.
As the metal rod was about to hit his head, Kaita stopped.
Zaraisha's words rushed into his mind.
Kaita held a bread in his hand. Zaraisha was far away from him, sulking.
Kaita took a bite.
"Sister... you should eat it." He chewed the bread.
She didn't reply instead, she turned her head the other side.
"Don't stay mad." His voice soft.
"I don't want to eat something that is brought by taking someone's life." Her voice hardened.
Kaita straightened his back.
"Act like a big sister. There's nothing wrong in it." He said.
"Put yourself in their place, then you will understand." She met his gaze.
Tears swelled in Kaita's eyes. He wiped them the bread still in his hand.
"I don't like when you don't eat. How could I eat alone ?"
She hugged him firmly, regardless of the anger.
"Don't get mad ever again." One hand rested on her back, while with the other he wiped his tears those wouldn't stop.
In the present, Kaita threw the metal rod into the house.
Its hum sound echoed there like a dance.
Kaita took a bread from the table.
"Kill me." That man cried.
Kaita moved. He didn't turn behind. He didn't even hear that man's words, like he had disappeared for him.
"KAITA!!" He screamed, his throat burned from dryness.
Kaita tucked his hands under Zaraisha's armpits once again.
"No, I wasn't." He acted like he could hear something that no one can.
He looked at his sister.
"Promise. I wasn't." He smiled, he heard words no one could.
Minutes passed. He dragged her until he was exhausted.
He left Zaraisha with the support of a broken house and sat beside the dead body of Zaraisha. He gasped.
He tore the bread in half the one he had taken from that house.
Put half in Zaraisha's lap. He ate half like it was something so expensive and precious that he had wanted for years.
After he finished it,
he took that remaining half bread from Zaraisha's lap and threw it in the dump.
Then he looked at her and smiled.
"You ate it. Good."
He saw a man crawling toward them, his expressions hardened.
"Kill me." That man begged, tears in his eyes, saliva dripping from his mouth. His eyes had become even redder.
"Let's go, sis. He will hurt you." He dragged Zaraisha's lifeless body.
He kept dragging her body and who knows... he might never stop.
Near the center of the Village of Queens, a bunker was lit.
People stood there, waiting for their chance to take a sack.
Lights carefully provided sacks, while all the villagers stood in a row.
Kids ran around the bunker, their smiles brightening everything.
"The flying thing arrived," one of them shouted.
"Be careful," the Lightlinger who was on top of the bunker said.
To Denu and Aeni.
Denu stood before Aeni, her hands resting on her lap.
"She was overwhelmed," she said.
"As far as you told me, I would suggest treating her like a kid. Not literally." Her voice was respectful.
"I get it. I shouldn't try anything that imbalance her mind." His hand rested on his waist.
Aeni turned her head toward the hut. Inside it, Belly was lying on the carpet.
"Even though she has experienced everything that she is going through, my Ruler,"
"you already know the difference between an actual human and a slime," she added.
"I have done my job. Everything now depends on you."
"Her past should be between us," Denu demanded.
"As you wish." Aeni lowered her head, her palm coming to rest on her chest.
Then,
Aeni headed off for the sacks.
Denu stepped inside the hut.
Belly was in deep slumber, in a dream.
Belly stood far away from Denu and the slime in Beauty in Hollow.
On Denu's back, there were wings.
He offered his hand to the slime.
Suddenly,
everything disappeared.
Belly was now in Denu's arms on the roof of a building in Beauty in Hollow.
She lifted her gaze.
Denu looked more handsome than he really was.
Instantly,
he disappeared, she was about to fall.
The setting changed now it's Farms origin.
Her eyes found a girl who looked exactly like her, she was staring at the ground.
Beside her, there was a man with a figure like Denu's, but instead of Denu's face, there was a monstrous look. Teeth sharper, horns on his head.
His face burned.
A voice echoed in her dream.
"Belly!" A familiar voice.
She lifted her eyelashes.