IV. True Color

Kyrie

Modern Earth, 20xx

I left Fred’s room with my naginata. He argued about his dream to be a manga artist. I left not particularly due to his argument but due to smething else.

I will be busy to the point that I could not play with you anymore. You won’t want to associate with someone who could not cure your boredom. Is what he have said.

I couldn’t be bothered much, honestly.

In fact, it was more of a realization why I left. People do change for good. I’ve lived this ‘I’m bored so please play with me’ thing long enough. I’ve always considered Fred a toy ever since I’ve been friends with him. He’s a changing human, what should I expect. Eventually I’ll hit the point where I have to change too. But I didn't want to change my personality as much.

My mind had always been distorted. I only have been thinking of ways to cure my boredom, but if needed I could think of things like these too: Fred will be needing time to achieve his goals. As much as I wanted to use him as a toy to cure my boredom, I would not want to be a hindrance.

It’s a simple way of thinking. He’s done so much for me these past months. You could also say I feel like I’m indebted to him. Besides,

“Fu, fu, fu, don’t think you’ll get away of being a toy to cure my boredom just by being a busybody.”

Ah, there it goes... As expected of me, I’m pretty twisted.

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It was a pleasant morning at Ingrid’s apartment complex. I was standing at a wall of the living room adjacent to unit7 which now, must be Fred’s studio. The position was standing should be linear to a free space without anything to be hit by the debris. I wondered if they’re already working.

Ara beating me to be his first assistant, made me furious. She resigned to that establishment just to be an assistant of a good-for-nothing toy manga artist, she must have ulterior motives.

Maybe I’ll toy with her too.

Poor katana, my blades, Kevlar and traditional armors.

Poor Mister SMG, Miss AK, my beloved rifles.

Poor RPG I never even had tested you.

It was a long time and you have serviced me well. You have cured this boredom of mine. This will be your honourable dismissal.

And you, Sledgehammer, please bear with me one last time.

I’ve finally found my new toy. I hope you will be treasured well the next owner that you guys will have.

Goodbye, My Arsenal.

I gathered my strength and smashed the wall with all my might. I entered the room, and the usual routine to kill my boredom.

“OHAYOU GOZAIMAAAA—”

That day, My Arsenal vanished.

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It was one of the sunsets when it’s best to have tea. I positioned my table and my couch, poured tea at my favorite cup. I sat at the veranda. Watching for the darkness to completely eat the horizon.

We just finished an all-day meeting with regards to Fred’s new project and he have decided to write a story for a shoujo manga. The next months would get very busy.

“Humu, this is for the better.”

I’ve decided to follow him as an assistant. It was a form of self-service, a way to cure my never-ending boredom a bit. I have surrendered my arsenal for this. Take this as me placing bet on how much Fred will amuse me these coming days, months, or even years.

I have surrendered my arsenal but not everything.

"Humu. You always took advantage of your title as a landlady. I guess it's about time I pull a fast one on you. Fufufu..."

Miss landlady must have forgotten due to the things she needed to do to have all the armaments surrendered to the authority that day.

A thing that flew straight to me while holding the last of The Sledgehammer.

A thing that is now hanged on the wall of my nearly empty room.

Harisen.

Dusk