Part 8- Departure
I've been getting used to walking again over the past three days. With every step, I get steadier and steadier. Even the pain begins to grow even softer and softer. Carefully, I take step after step until I can make it downstairs, to the lobby. Yesterday, Hannah gave me a tour and she had showed me almost the whole mansion. And when I say almost the whole mansion, I mean literally everything aside from the restriced area. There had been only 2 visible restriced areas, so it was a long walk. I didn't mind though, after what felt like a year of doing nothing but laying down. I look around the room. On the other side of it, there's a girl reading. She's wearing the same uniform as Hannah, except she's got a skirt with it and for some reason, her cross is pink. Slowly, she looks up and her gaze hits me. I don't know what to do at this point. Slowly, I work my way to the couch that is closest. The girl's eyes follow me the whole way. Then, I hear a noise that sounds like a door opening. I don't look in the direction. Someone clearing their throat causes me to look.
"Wow Xilin, wow. Didn't your mother ever teach you that it's impolite to stare," Says a boy who looks to be around eleven or so. He's short, with light blue hair. Like really light blue, almost silver color. His eyes are a lighter shade of brown, with yellow lines going to the pupil. He wears a royal styled red cape. The white fluff convinces me that this kid wants to be a king when he grows up. He even wears a freakin' tilted crown. It's small, but still. Under the attire, I see a uniform shirt that is the exact same as this girl and Hannah's. His cross is purple though. Not to mention his ridiculously puffed out shorts. What. The. Hell.
The girl, probably with the Codename Xilin, he spoke to scoffs and looks back at her book. She seems to ignore him, so he pouts at her. I begin to look around the room for anything interesting. Not really anything, except a TV. Suddenly, I feel the couch cusion move. When I look over, I see the kid sitting right next to me. I stare at him, slightly suprised, but only for a moment, remembering what he said about staring.
"So, you're the Reaper?" He says," Welp, I'm The King." He grins as he says this. Of course that's his code name. It might as well have been 'Prince Charming."
"Uh, nice to meet you, The King," I reply, then look away. The King stands up and makes a motion. I pay no attention to him because I don't have to.
"Hey, Reaper," I hear Hannah's voice say," We're supposed to leave in an hour. Wolfe commands it. So...I got you your uniform!"
"Oh geez," I say, getting up. Carefully, I make my way over to her. In her hand, she holds a shirt that has a cross on it, like everyone else's. The cross is red. She hands me some pants too. I groan and begin to go back upstairs with her, to change and get ready to leave.
"You excited?" Hannah asks me. In response, I let out a soft laugh and shake my head. There's no way in hell I want to go pick up some princess or whatever.
"Well then. Laaaame! I was pumped for my first task!" Hannah says, with excitement.
"I AM a boring person, remember?" Is my reply. Hannah laughs a little and pulls me by the arm so I'll move faster.
"Yeah yeah, oh look, you're room, get in, get changed, and let's go!" Hannah says," Oh yeah, there's a gun on your bed. I really don't want you to use your scythe for anything but taking souls. Oh, if you do that once every night, it'll be faster than whipping that thing out every five seconds to reap a freakin' soul."
"Ugh, got it," I say, then I go into my room, being careful to shut the door behind me, and I change from my previous clothes to my new uniform. I don't mind it, in fact, I kind of like it. I put the gun in a holster on my arm. I hate belt and leg holsters. They're not as effective. Or so it seems. After examining myself in the mirror for a second, I leave my room and join Hannah once again. Hannah nods at me and turns to walk away.
"You ready?" She questions me.
"Heh. Ready as I'll ever be," I reply. We walk in silence to the main door that leads inside. A butler standing at the door opens it for us and says something in French to Hannah. She nods with a smile and heads out. Shortly behind her, I follow. Outside, there's a black carriage, like from the old times, sitting there, open, as if it's waiting for us. Which it is. Hannah and I enter the carriage easily and without any trouble, thank heavens my leg works better. Once we're in, the carriage closes and we begin to move. The long quiet ride begins, and I drift off into an uncomfortable sleep. Hopefully, I'll wake up before we get there.