Follow the Script

Chapter 5

???: This isn't gonna do! I need something major!

The voice of someone echoed and the man crouched slightly in response, his hand around the handle of the weapon by his side tightening. Being wary of the nature around him, he quickly made a check to determine a possible escape route. The ones offered to him was to jump down the sharp cliff or rush in the entrance.

Y/N: ...

Taking his chances with the path, he turned around and ran inside without looking back, sure of his decision. Entering the dark area, his footsteps began to multiply, as if shadows of his past were copying his every movements. They all mimicked him until his body was shoved to the side by something.

???: Ouch! What was that?

Sitting in front of him, a short black haired girl with a white top and a black dress was facing him. On top of her head, a small red hat was resting there and an orange fan in her hand, a camera in her second one. Her red eyes landed on the man and widened a little in surprise before standing up on her odd shoes, odd in Y/N's eyes.

???: I'm sorry, hard to see much in a cave like this if you're not used to the lack of light.

She apologized and placed the camera around her neck, still holding her head with a slight pain. The librarian frowned and did the same, taking his distance from the girl. Now that he gained a certain amount of distance between the both of them, he could faintly see the outline of dark wings in her back.

Y/N: Youkai.

???: Hm? Woah, now that I have a look at you, what is that attire?

She asked with a certain surprise that left the man unfazed, reaching for his weapon. The youkai noticed his movement and raised her hands in the air, showing him that she wasn't planning on hurting him.

???: Hey hey, no need to be violent!

Y/N: ...How can I trust you? You might just backstab me like everyone else.

His hostile tone left the one questioned speechless. Normally, she was the one asking questions to people, not the opposite. Recovering her professionalism, she looked at the man glaring at her with mistrust.

???: How about we start over, we definitely didn't start this conversation on a good note.

She raised her hand and showed it to Y/N, who frowned in response.

???: I am Aya Shameimaru, proud journalist of the truth, you must have heard from me!

Y/N: So you're a fraud, I see.

The girl's face became livid at his cold remark, her hand shaking a little as well. It was a normal reaction after getting her whole ego shattered in a mere second. Her eyes were now blank and she was spacing out as well.

Y/N: A journalist can only lie for their benefit, they want the popularity and nothing else while many die for their sake. Those people die for the sake of knowledge and you trample over their sacrifices like you are above them.

Aya: I am not a liar! I would not disregard the sacrifices for the sake of knowledge and the truth!

Y/N: ...

Aya: Plus, how would you even know that?

Y/N: ...

Aya: Not answering? Fine.

Her tantrum out of the way, she observed him from top to bottom with her eyes, sparkling with a certain interest.

Aya: Are you an outsider perhaps?