Notes:Pfff- I told myself I would u

Notes:

Pfff- I told myself I would update daily.
Here I am like a week late.

Well anyway here's chapter three. It's probably bad lmao
Chapter Text

“No.” Tatsuya stopped and glared down at the guy standing silently in the middle of the path in front of him. “No, I’m not interested.” The man didn’t move. “Seriously, go away. I’ve had enough of weird people today.”

Instead of listening, whoever it was got closer instead. The first thing Tatsuya noticed was how red he was. His hair was red, his eyes were red; hell, even his clothes were red! Was he the Red King Makoto had told him about? His color scheme and clothing choices certainly seemed the part. But what would the Red King be doing all the way out here?

As he thought, the young man continued to get closer until he was close enough to speak to Tatsuya without the need to yell. “Hello, sir.” His voice was soft, yet somewhat… metallic sounding, if he could call it that. “You must be the Outsider I felt.”

What the hell was that supposed to mean? Did this guy just say he felt Tatsuya enter Wonderland? “I thought I told you to go away. I don’t want to talk to anyone else today.” He felt himself glare down at the redhead.

“But you are already speaking with me.” The man stated, blinking slowly. Tatsuya had the feeling he didn’t really talk to many people. “Wouldn’t that make you a hypocrite?” He also took note of how blunt this guy was. That could get annoying.

“I’m not a hypocrite because I am talking to you.” Tatsuya rolled his eyes. “I’d be a hypocrite if I wanted to talk to you.” This was such a bad idea. He didn’t want to talk to anyone, it would've just been better if he had ignored this guy.

The man frowned and crossed his arms. “Fine then.” He huffed. “Well, anyway, I’m glad I found you.” His frown was quickly replaced by a somewhat somber but mostly content smile. “By the way; what is your name, Outsider?”

Tatsuya didn’t want to answer the question, but his politeness got the better of him and he answered anyway. “Himuro Tatsuya.” He sighed; might as well ask this strange guy what his name was, too. “And you are…?”

“Ah… Akashi Seijuurou.” The young man nodded. “A pleasure to meet you, Himuro-san.” At least, compared to Teppei and Makoto, Seijuurou seemed normal. Well, as normal as one could get with bright red clothing that matched his hair and eyes.

Tatsuya let out another sigh. He would have said the same, except he still really didn’t want to be there. “Yeah, you too. Uh, can you tell me how to get out of here?” Maybe this guy would give him helpful advice.

“That’s simple; kill the Jabberwocky.” Seijuurou responded quickly. There went any chance of helpful advice. “Oh, but first… you must find the Vorpal Sword.”

“Yeah, I’ve been told that twice already.” Tatsuya sighed. “Look, I really don’t want to kill any Jabberwocky or find any sword. I just want to go home.” He let himself frown, hoping he had gotten his message across. “Can’t you find someone else? What about that Teppei guy? He’s…nice.”

“Unfortunately, Himuro-san, I can’t.” Seijuurou shook his head. “As much as I’m sure Teppei would love to kill the Jabberwocky himself, only Outsiders can wield the Vorpal Sword. And before you ask, yes, you are the only Outsider in all of Wonderland.”

“There’s no way I’m the only Outsider.” Tatsuya retorted. He didn’t want to believe it. How would Seijuurou know, anyway? He’s been talking to him this whole time. “You can’t know that, you’re just one guy! Go find someone else.”

Seijuurou frowned. “I thought I told you, there is no one else to find.” Maybe it was just the red in his eyes, but for some reason the shorter man seemed almost dangerous. “You’re the only Outsider in Wonderland, Himuro-san, it has to be you. Only you can wield the sword.”

“You sure know an awful lot about this “Vorpal Sword”, why don’t you go find it and kill the Jabberwocky?” Tatsuya asked. This conversation was going in circles and he knew it, but he just wanted to be rid of Seijuurou right now.

“Have you even been listening to me?” Seijuurou barked. “I certainly can’t kill the Jabberwocky on my own.” He punctuated his sentence with a hand to his chest.

“Well, why not?” Tatsuya frowned. It seemed perfectly plausible to him that someone with that amount of knowledge about how the sword worked would be able to wield it. “Surely someone with your knowledge can–”

“I can’t do it,” Seijuurou started, cutting Tatsuya off. “because I am the Vorpal Sword.” He paused, gauging Tatsuya’s reaction for anything other than pure shock–which was his current expression.

“…You… You’re a talking sword.” Tatsuya stammered in disbelief. Had he gone mad? No, He thought, No this has to be a dream. A talking sword? There’s no way! But no matter how much he willed himself to “wake up”, he found he was still standing right in the middle of the forest, standing in front of a talking sword.

“To be fair, Himuro-san,” Seijuurou pointed out. “I am human right now, and I didn’t make it clear from the beginning of our conversation… Though I did think you would pick it up when I mentioned the sword in the first place.”

Tatsuya couldn’t think straight enough to form a coherent reply. Instead, he just slowly backed away a few steps and just stared Seijuurou down from that short distance. “…Nope. No. I’m not dealing with this.” He stated firmly once he finally got his thoughts together. “Go away.”

“I’m sorry?” Seijuurou blinked. “Himuro-san, did you just ask me to leave?”

“Yes. Go away.” Tatsuya nodded and made shooing motions with his hand, as though he was warding off some stray dog. “I don’t want to deal with any of this. Just… get out of my sight and I’ll find a different way to get home.”

Seijuurou rolled his eyes. “I can’t. But you can try.” He motioned toward the forest. “Go ahead, try to leave. I won’t follow you in. I’ll be standing right here the whole time.”

Tatsuya narrowed his eyes, then made for the woods as quickly as he could without seeming too desperate to get away from Seijuurou and the path. “Whew…” He sighed as he turned back to look toward the path. “Alright… Time to continue on–”

Before he had taken ten more steps, Tatsuya found a rather large, red tinted sword in his right hand, and he wanted to scream.

Kết quả (Việt) 1:

Ghi chú:Pfff - tôi đã nói với bản thân mình tôi sẽ cập nhật hàng ngày. Ở đây tôi thích một tuần cuối.Tốt dù sao đây là chương ba. Nó là có thể xấu lmaoChương văn bản"Số" Tatsuya dừng lại và glared xuống tại guy âm thầm đứng ở giữa đường ở phía trước của anh ta. "Không, tôi không quan tâm." Người đàn ông đã không di chuyển. "Nghiêm túc, biến mất. Tôi đã có đủ của những người lạ vào ngày hôm nay."Thay vì nghe, bất cứ ai đó là nhận được gần gũi hơn để thay thế. Điều đầu tiên, Tatsuya nhận thấy là ông là như thế nào màu đỏ. Tóc của ông là màu đỏ, đôi mắt là màu đỏ; địa ngục, ngay cả quần áo của mình được màu đỏ! Là ông Red King Makoto đã nói với ông về? Lược đồ màu và lựa chọn quần áo của mình chắc chắn có vẻ là một phần. Nhưng những gì nào hoàng đế đỏ thực hiện tất cả các cách ra ở đây?Như ông nghĩ rằng, người đàn ông trẻ tiếp tục để có được gần gũi hơn cho đến khi ông được gần gũi, đủ để nói chuyện với Tatsuya mà không có sự cần thiết phải kêu la. "Xin chào, sir." Tiếng nói của ông là mềm, nhưng một chút... kim loại sounding, nếu ông có thể gọi nó mà. "Bạn phải là chuyên môn tôi cảm thấy."Những gì địa ngục mà phải có nghĩa là? Có phải anh ta vừa nói ông cảm thấy Tatsuya nhập Wonderland? "Tôi nghĩ rằng tôi đã nói với bạn ra đi. Tôi không muốn nói chuyện với bất cứ ai khác vào ngày hôm nay." Ông cảm thấy mình lóa xuống tại tóc đỏ."Nhưng bạn đã nói chuyện với tôi." Người đàn ông đã nêu, nhấp nháy từ từ. Tatsuya có cảm giác ông không thực sự nói chuyện với nhiều người. "Sẽ không mà làm cho bạn một hypocrite?" Ông cũng đã lưu ý về thẳng thừng như thế nào chàng này đã. Điều đó có thể nhận được gây phiền nhiễu."Tôi không phải một hypocrite vì tôi đang nói chuyện với bạn." Tatsuya cán mắt của ông. "Tôi muốn là một hypocrite nếu tôi muốn nói chuyện với bạn." Đây là một ý tưởng tồi. Ông không muốn nói chuyện với bất cứ ai, nó sẽ chỉ đã tốt hơn nếu ông đã bỏ qua anh ta.Người cau mày và vượt qua cánh tay của mình. "Mỹ sau đó." Ông huffed. "Vâng, dù sao, tôi vui mừng tôi tìm thấy bạn." Nhăn của mình một cách nhanh chóng được thay thế bằng một nụ cười một chút ảm đạm nhưng chủ yếu là nội dung. "Bằng cách này; điều gì sẽ là tên của bạn, ngoài?"Tatsuya không muốn trả lời các câu hỏi, nhưng Thái độ lịch sự của mình đã nhận tốt của ông và ông trả lời anyway. "Himuro Tatsuya." Ông thở dài; có thể cũng yêu cầu gã lạ gì tên của ông là, quá. "Và bạn đang...?""Ah... Akashi Seijuurou." Người đàn ông trẻ gật đầu. "Một niềm vui để gặp gỡ bạn, Himuro-san." Ít nhất, so với Teppei và Makoto, Seijuurou dường như bình thường. Vâng, như bình thường như người ta có thể nhận được với quần áo màu đỏ tươi sáng mà phù hợp với tóc và mắt.Tatsuya để cho ra một sigh. Ông sẽ nói giống nhau, ngoại trừ ông vẫn thực sự không muốn ở đó. "có, bạn quá. Uh, có thể bạn cho tôi biết làm thế nào để có được ra khỏi đây?" Có lẽ chàng này sẽ cung cấp cho anh ta lời khuyên hữu ích."Đó là đơn giản; tiêu diệt Jabberwocky." Seijuurou trả lời một cách nhanh chóng. Có đi bất kỳ cơ hội của lời khuyên hữu ích. "Oh, nhưng lần đầu tiên... bạn phải tìm thấy thanh kiếm Vorpal."“Yeah, I’ve been told that twice already.” Tatsuya sighed. “Look, I really don’t want to kill any Jabberwocky or find any sword. I just want to go home.” He let himself frown, hoping he had gotten his message across. “Can’t you find someone else? What about that Teppei guy? He’s…nice.”“Unfortunately, Himuro-san, I can’t.” Seijuurou shook his head. “As much as I’m sure Teppei would love to kill the Jabberwocky himself, only Outsiders can wield the Vorpal Sword. And before you ask, yes, you are the only Outsider in all of Wonderland.”“There’s no way I’m the only Outsider.” Tatsuya retorted. He didn’t want to believe it. How would Seijuurou know, anyway? He’s been talking to him this whole time. “You can’t know that, you’re just one guy! Go find someone else.”Seijuurou frowned. “I thought I told you, there is no one else to find.” Maybe it was just the red in his eyes, but for some reason the shorter man seemed almost dangerous. “You’re the only Outsider in Wonderland, Himuro-san, it has to be you. Only you can wield the sword.”“You sure know an awful lot about this “Vorpal Sword”, why don’t you go find it and kill the Jabberwocky?” Tatsuya asked. This conversation was going in circles and he knew it, but he just wanted to be rid of Seijuurou right now.“Have you even been listening to me?” Seijuurou barked. “I certainly can’t kill the Jabberwocky on my own.” He punctuated his sentence with a hand to his chest.“Well, why not?” Tatsuya frowned. It seemed perfectly plausible to him that someone with that amount of knowledge about how the sword worked would be able to wield it. “Surely someone with your knowledge can–”“I can’t do it,” Seijuurou started, cutting Tatsuya off. “because I am the Vorpal Sword.” He paused, gauging Tatsuya’s reaction for anything other than pure shock–which was his current expression.“…You… You’re a talking sword.” Tatsuya stammered in disbelief. Had he gone mad? No, He thought, No this has to be a dream. A talking sword? There’s no way! But no matter how much he willed himself to “wake up”, he found he was still standing right in the middle of the forest, standing in front of a talking sword.“To be fair, Himuro-san,” Seijuurou pointed out. “I am human right now, and I didn’t make it clear from the beginning of our conversation… Though I did think you would pick it up when I mentioned the sword in the first place.”Tatsuya couldn’t think straight enough to form a coherent reply. Instead, he just slowly backed away a few steps and just stared Seijuurou down from that short distance. “…Nope. No. I’m not dealing with this.” He stated firmly once he finally got his thoughts together. “Go away.”“I’m sorry?” Seijuurou blinked. “Himuro-san, did you just ask me to leave?”“Yes. Go away.” Tatsuya nodded and made shooing motions with his hand, as though he was warding off some stray dog. “I don’t want to deal with any of this. Just… get out of my sight and I’ll find a different way to get home.”Seijuurou rolled his eyes. “I can’t. But you can try.” He motioned toward the forest. “Go ahead, try to leave. I won’t follow you in. I’ll be standing right here the whole time.”Tatsuya narrowed his eyes, then made for the woods as quickly as he could without seeming too desperate to get away from Seijuurou and the path. “Whew…” He sighed as he turned back to look toward the path. “Alright… Time to continue on–”Before he had taken ten more steps, Tatsuya found a rather large, red tinted sword in his right hand, and he wanted to scream.