Rebuilt Trust // PROJECT SEKAI // Nefarious Hell Part 2 [CANCELED]

07 : The Kiritani Kingdom

CW:
-Mentions of Kidnapping
-T SLUR (its censored)

//RUI'S POV

The idea of Tsukasa being transgender still poked at me. I couldn't understand why he kept that from me or why I even decided to find out anyway?

I also couldn't stop thinking about how Tsukasa still hadn't returned from that supposed 'meeting' with the Kiritani kingdom. It's been three or four days since he left which leads me to believe something happened. I warned him too.

Him getting kidnapped seems like a common thing now, but even then its scary to know there's a slight chance he won't come back.

Which is why I decided to go there myself. Walking into the kingdom's gate, the cold air I felt entering. The Kiritani Kingdom was known for their cold surroundings. It looked like it was summer, but in reality it felt like it was winter. Which always appeared as odd to me.

A few people gave me looks. I mean, I wouldn't be surprised if they did. These are probably the same people who witnessed me murder anyone who stepped into the gates of this place when I was offered the job as their 'sorcerer' here.

There were some citizens who looked scared of me, and some looked confused. It's not often somebody breaks in during the middle of the day with purple vibrant hair and some wacky villains outfit.

It wasn't like I was banished from here. That isn't at all the case. It's just that if anyone recognized me, and I mean anyone, they'd probably run and scream in fear. Me and Tsukasa are polar opposites. I still don't know how he loves me. It's wild.

I continue walking. They (surprisingly) had sidewalks for people to walk on, which was nice. Then I stop in my tracks when a little girl, around the age of seven or eight approaches me. She had the smile of an angel. She wore a thick, blue coat with white fur around some edges of it. The young girl had brown hair that had two braids in the back that connected over the rest of her downed hair.

"S-Sir.." She begins. "Are-" The girl coughs. "Are you related to Mama?" She asks, tilting her head.

Related?

"I'm sorry, but I don't believe me and your mother have met. You may have the wrong perso-"

"But-! Y-You look like uncle!" She frowns, crossing her arms. "You look just like uncle in the photo on the wall!"

Now I was really confused. From my knowledge, I don't have any siblings or cousins so this couldn't possibly be anyone I was related to.

Anyway, why would a random kid just walk up to me and ask if I was related to her mother? That seems a bit absurd. "Darling, I don't think I'm at all related to her. I'm sorry. I don't have any siblings or cousins." I tell the kid, gently.

The girl huffs. "But-"

Then a woman who looked around the age of 20 or 22 jogs up and grabs the child's hand. "I'm so sorry, sir! I looked away for one second and she kind of just disappeared!" The girl seemed to be her mother. Except, she didn't have brown hair. The worst part about it was that her hair was bright purple and faded into a cyan color.

The exact same purple of my hair and the exact cyan color of the two streaks in my hair.

I pause, looking at her. She quickly seemed to realize it too, as she froze and stared at me. "It's.. It's quite alright. She mistook me for her uncle or something." I let out a small and awkward chuckle.

She hesitates. "Ah.. I see. Uhm, to make up for it. Why don't I invite you over for lunch, yes?" The girl's mother suggests.

I shake my head. "I definitely would if I weren't dealing with something a bit important. My apologies, Ma'am." I say, bowing down a bit before beginning to walk away. Something stops me at the grip of my wrist.