The Melody of Chaos (Open to one)

[Sayu Nakano]

There were three types of people in the world, in Sayu's opinion. Excluding herself, there were fans, there were potential fans, and then there was filth. Fans did not necessarily mean only fans of her music. It could also include the closest things she had to friends, as well as those that served her. Family also fit in there somewhere. Potential fans were people that had the qualities she would look for in anything closer than just a mindless follower. Of course, if they had the right taste in music, being a mindless follower was also perfectly possible for that sort of person. Finally, the filth was the majority of the human race- the disgusting, self-centered, tasteless pieces of crap that wandered about society, carrying not a bit for the messes they made.

Naturally, the girl had low opinions for strangers, but that didn't stop her from going to social gatherings, like the festival. Of course, she had her own reasons for that. See, her butler had gone off to do some sort of business. Recon in the Shadowlands, looking for potential contracts for her, or something like that. She didn't know or care what the finer details were. She had faith in her butler. Instead of worrying about that, she was more worried about finding a source of entertainment for the evening. Events like festivals were rare. She could count the ones she had been at back home in Japan on one hand, maybe two if she scratched the deepest depths of her memory. Even if the majority of people there were disgusting, tasteless, and probably assholes, there was likely a pearl hidden somewhere in the filth. On top of that, there had to be something nice to eat.

Her choice of clothing, as always, was both unique and tasteful. She wore a simple, white long-sleeved blouse with frilled cuffs for a primary top, with a short-cut black blazer acting as the second layer. Situated atop the blouse, and in the opening of the blazer, was a singular black ribbon tied in a bow for style. A black pleated skirt matched her blazer. From the depths of her skirt, garters slithered down, morphing into stockings past a point, and hid inside some flat pumps, a shiny black. Atop her head was one of her signature headpieces, a dark purple cat-eared beanie. Her hair itself was tied back into pigtails. Her hands, both of which were protected by silky white gloves, were both somewhat raised. In her left was her phone, ready to scream whenever she needed it. In her right was a shish-kebob she had obtained from one of the nearby stands. It was mediocre at best for the most part, but the spice it had somewhat made up for it.

So hopefully the evening would be good, as well.

[Rikki Hisako]

Rikki liked to wander around the city at night. He was getting used to living in one place rather than wandering around the world with no real direction. Though, he was certainly glad that he was stranded here rather than some uninteresting place. The city had plenty of things for him to do. Now, did the boy really need interesting places to have fun? Of course not. He was well more than capable of doing that all by himself. But Mosaic was probably one of the better places to be stranded. One such reason was all the events that seemed to happen here, such as the event that was happening at the shrine tonight.

It was Valentine's Day, which, of course meant it was a day for lovers. This didn't really mean much to Rikki seeing as he didn't have that sort of relationship. But what did interest him was the festival going on at the shrine. It would be a nice change of pace for the boy, certainly. And heck, maybe he'd meet someone interesting? After all, if there was one thing the boy had learned in his travels, it was that interesting people don't just bump into you while you're doing nothing. If you want to meet people, you have to go out there and explore everything for yourself.

Making his way up the steps to the shrine, the boy took a good look around at all the people in attendance. As expected, there was couples young and old, groups of friends, and even a few loners all attending. With his hands in his pockets and a smile on his face, the boy walked through the large crowds of people. What should he do first? There was of course, food and souvenir stands. Maybe he should try striking up a conversation with a stall attendant or that shrine maiden that lived here? As the boy walked around, he felt a small "push" against his side. It was hardly noticeable to the boy who simply continued walking for a few more steps before looking around at the stands again. He had actually bumped into a young lady holding a shish-kebob. Not only that, but he managed to knock it out of her hand. Naturally, he was completely oblivious to both of these facts. Scratching his head, the boy looked around at the various stands. Just where should he stop by first? So many options.

[Sayu Nakano]

Uncertain about what to check out, Sayu remained still for a good few moments. She was fairly out of the weigh, so it wasn't like the threat of being bumped into was high. Shit happened, she knew, so it wasn't going to be too bothersome, even if someone got too close. They weren't Shadows, so it obviously could have been worse. At least, at the beginning, these were the thoughts the mute tossed around in her head. Apathy had claimed her expression. Aside from food, there wasn't much there. And, while not necessarily picky, she wasn't sure if there was anything else worth noting. She half-considered just up and leaving. Up until someone rudely bumped into her and caused her to drop even that half-okay shish-kebob. There was no “ten second rule”. Hell, there wasn't even a “half-a-second rule”. Once food touched the ground, the floor, the anything-not-a-fucking-dish, it was officially tainted. It was not edible at that point. It was as good as damn poison. Though only a couple of seconds passed, the mute stared at the food for what, to her, seemed like minutes or hours. And then, slowly, she lifted her face and stared forward, eyes locking onto the asshole that just made her drop the one good thing that had happened to her so far that evening.

”Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey.” The girl gripped the boy's shoulder roughly with her right hand. Her left hand quickly put in various greetings in English, Japanese, Chinese, and, finally, German, in that order. This asshole had to speak one of the damn languages if he was there that evening. ”Which language do you speak?” Came the question, starting in English, then going the full route of language again. Once she had a good lock on what the hell he understood, she could make sure he understood just what the hell he did and the fact that he was going to quickly and completely repay her for the trouble he had just caused her.

Nobody made her waste food. Even if it was somewhat sub-par food, it was food that she had paid for and food that she had every intention of eating.

[Rikki Hisako]

Ah. . . Where to go, where to go. . . There was so many options laid out for the boy. Which one should he go for? Spotting a food stand, the boy decided grabbing something to eat while he walked seemed like a good idea. The boy took a step only to feel his shoulder grabbed from behind. With his foot still in the air as he had begun to walk, the boy felt his body arch back quite a degree. Turning his head around partially while maintaining his one-legged stance, he noticed a girl had grabbed his shoulder. She didn't say anything to him, but she didn't exactly seem happy to see him, whoever she was. Scratch that, he thought she didn't say something. He didn't see her mouth move at all. All he heard was some voice very close by saying "Hey." in several different languages. Yes? Yes? Yes? Yes? The boy answered each grasp for attention in its respective language, still staring at the girl.

His gaze drifted over to the phone that the girl was holding, where he noticed her rapidly input something into it. Not a moment later, he heard the voice again, this time noticing that it was coming from that phone. So this girl was communicating to him through that phone? Well. He certainly found someone "interesting" just now, as he had hoped. Only, Rikki had a slight feeling that this might not turn out to be a pleasant experience for him at this rate. I speak all of them. The boy opted to not respond in each individual language this time.

For a moment, the boy simply stared at her, still in the same position in which he balanced himself on one leg while the girl tugged on his shoulder. Judging by your expression, I can only assume that you aren't looking for "accompaniment" for the evening. The boy started off with a light-hearted joke. He had a good feeling it wouldn't go over well, too. So why did he do it? With everyone he met, the boy liked to do a bit of joking around to get a good "feel" for the person. If his hunch was right, this girl might be a bit of a pain to deal with. Was that a bad thing though? Certainly not. It was a good thing. The boy loved a challenge.

[Sayu Nakano]

Each second was like a minute to Sayu, but this asshole seemed to speak all of the languages she used. That was good. That made this matter exceedingly simple. All she had to do was adequately verbalize her completely and utter rage with this doofus' lack of attention and consideration for others. And perhaps a bit of slandering for thinking he could simply spew a few light-hearted words to smooth things over. Hell no she wasn't looking for a damn companion. Most of these people weren't even in the “potential fan” category. And this guy? This was just pissing her off. Completely.

”You bumped into me.” Her lips parted, and her mouth moved. She made no sound, though. Her phone did the speaking for her, and the two acted as one. Of course, at that range, it might have thrown a person off to have the voice coming from an angle that low, though. Her tone, though, had been very cool. It was exceedingly similar to the calm before the storm. ”As a result, you made me drop my shish-kebob. It's ruined now, contaminated, and that's your fault. I have every intention of making you take responsibility for your lack of decency and manners.” While not noticeable at first, the further the girl went, each word that came from the phone had that much more venom just under the surface. The phone was doing an excellent job at emulating her emotions- that is, her gradually ramping fury.

”How do you intend to repair this situation?” Never mind giving the asshole a chance to explain himself. The mute went straight to the point- how the hell was he going to make things up to her? Now, there were a few responsible answers she could be given. And, if the man could follow up on them, she might have found it within her to forgive him. But that was only well and after she had what she wanted. Each minute, each second, that there was not food in her mouth when it should have been, her anger and frustration grew.

And like any building energy, her anger would need to go somewhere if left unabated.

[Rikki Hisako]

The boy blinked as the girl "spoke" again. Slowly twisting his body around and getting back into an upright position, he continued to watch the girl as she explained what had happened. As it would seem, the boy had managed to knock the girl's shish-kebob out of her hand. The boy looked past her to notice a shish-kebob lying on the ground; most likely hers. Returning his gaze onto the girl as she explained that she wanted compensation of sorts, the boy could only grin at her. Finally, she asked him just how he intended to repair the situation. Well, that answer was simple to the boy.

Ah, I see. I seeee. He nodded, giving the girl another look before looking around the vicinity. Finally his gaze caught onto the shish-kebob stand in mind. Well, that's quite convenient for me. I was just planning on grabbing something to eat myself. Let's go to the shi-. . . As he turned to make his way over to the stand, the boy noticed a rather ominous sign standing alone on the counter. Closed. The boy stopped for a moment, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.

He turned back to the girl, putting on a smile to hopefully lighten the mood a bit. Honestly, he had a feeling it would be hard to get this girl to smile, whether or not he seemed to cause her trouble. Well then. What would you like to eat besides shish-kebobs? Well, unless there's some other way that you want me to make it up to you. The girl was an interesting one. Her lack of vocalization was interesting on its own, but her attitude was what really interested the boy. In fact, the boy had half the mind to start teasing her. Of course, he wouldn't only because of the situation that he was in. In another situation though, the boy felt that he could have a lot of fun with this one. Just let me know if you have any ideas, else I'll be forced to create an impromptu effort at taking responsibility. She likely wouldn't like his impromptu efforts in the least, hence that would be his last ditch effort.

[Sayu Nakano]

The boy did not seem repentant. No, he merely let out some words- more like some sounds- of acknowledgment before looking around and apparently trying to find the location in question. He called it convenient. That was both rude and undesirable to Sayu. She did not exist for the sake of some fool's convenience. If he wanted food, he could get it by himself, she believed. When he paused in mid-speech, though, she turned her gaze, noticing that the stand was closed. Well, there went the only half-formed pearl she'd encountered since her arrival. He then threw the options out to the girl. Highly doubting that his improvisation would get anywhere desirable, the girl just stared at him for a moment before finally beginning to pad and mouth some words.

”Food requiring only one hand to eat. Not greasy. Not sticky. Not sweet. Spiciness optional, but preferred.” She had regressed into a more business-like, to-the-point means of exchange when listing off her requirements. However, after a moment, she began to pad and mouth once more, this time with a little more force. ”Furthermore, I'll be expecting something of equal or greater quality than the shish-kebob I had. Anything less, and it would not be a replacement.” While it might have been laughable that she was using words like “quality” regarding a festival-bought shish-kebob, it was very clearly a serious tag-on, as the girl's expression had grown especially cold since she began speaking. No longer needing to grip the stranger's shoulder, her right hand crossed her stomach, lightly gripping her side. At that point, her left laid atop it, palm and phone up, as she stared at him. It was as close to crossing her arms as she would get, it seemed.

”That should give you enough to work with for a place like this.” She concluded after a moment, nodding to herself. Never mind the fact that she was dealing with a stranger that was probably older than her and didn't give a shit. Whether it could be called “trust” or confidence was entirely up to the beholder.

[Rikki Hisako]

With the girl's options presented, Rikki waited for some sort of response. She didn't answer right away, opting to simply stare at him for a moment. Rikki waited patiently for her to decide, not wanting to anger her further. Not yet, at least. When she did "speak" she rattled off a list of qualities the food must have to be an acceptable substitute for her shish-kebob. Man, this girl knew how to give commands. Rikki figured that this may have been somewhat of a normal everyday occurrence for her. Maybe. Rikki simply smiled, eye twitching slightly as she listed everything.

Just as he was about to open his mouth, the girl began to rattle off more information with much greater force. It seemed that he would need to find something just as good or better with that exact description. Well, at least he could say that he was likely set on things to do for the night. With a deep breath, the boy smiled at the girl who had a rather cold expression by this point. Alright. Leave it to me, missy. It wouldn't be wrong to say that Rikki was enjoying this somewhat. The boy pondered for no more than a moment. Immediately, a few foods came to mind; and then he actually saw a stand that sold them. A corn dog stand. Ah, I've got it. Over here. The boy moved over towards the girl, grabbing her hand, and began to lead her to the stall. She wasn't very tall and Rikki would rather not lose her in the crowd only to have her find him later. He could only imagine how mad she could get.

By the way, my name is Rikki. And the missy's name is. . .? Rikki had a slight feeling that the girl would likely not give her name, whether it be because she was mad at him or for some other reason. It was worth a shot asking, though.

Reaching the stall which didn't seem to have a line at the current time, the boy quickly pulled out some money and purchased two corn dogs; one for each of them. He had a feeling that it would have been rather awkward for the two of them to be waiting in line like that. Here you go. Let me know if it is to your liking or not. He only began to regret saying those words momentarily after as he remembered who he was dealing with.

[Sayu Nakano]

She saw it. The boy's eye twitched. Was he annoyed? Good. He deserved as much pain and suffering, even if it was in a lower, menial form, as she could possibly inflict upon him. He had bothered her, so it was only right for her to bother him, especially now that there was no exact replacement for the thing she originally owned. In a car-related accident, this would usually translate to a pay-off, but she was not interested in money. She wanted to be fully compensated in food. Good food. Solid, quality food. The boy seemed to have gotten an idea. She was, though only mildly, pleased by this turn of events. What ruined that slight bit of pleasure was the fact that the boy reached in, without permission or hesitation, and grabbed her hand. Now, she was wearing gloves. This was a given, considering her germaphobic tendencies. However, even then, she did not appreciate the dirty masses touching her, and something so personal as a hand grab was both crude and disgusting. She opened her mouth to speak, but her phone-hand was frozen. Why? Because she had to keep a grip on it as she was pulled along. What the hell was this dirty casual plebian doing? He then had the nerve to try introducing himself after this shitshow went on. They stopped at the stall, and the mute bore a hole into the boy's back, using only her eyes. If looks could kill, “Rikki” would be a corpse.

”Nakano Sayu.” Came the slow, syllable by syllable response to his introduction, finally. Her hand was free, but his germs were likely crawling over her glove. Not only that, but he offered the corndog to her. That was great. The bacteria could just crawl from her glove to the stick to the food to her mouth. This asshole was trying to make her ill. What. An. Ass. Regardless, she took the food that was offered. It went against her beliefs to waste things. Well, there was probably an animal around that would eat it, if it were bad. Plus, if she acted quickly enough, she could take a bite before the germs claimed the food itself. The Rikki-teria was hopefully as slow as the boy's mind seemed to be. Taking a bite, she stared at him. She chewed, staring the whole time. Finally, she swallowed.

”Greasy under the surface. Failing grade.” The mute so calmly declared once her mouth was free to be used, her fingers punching the message in.

[Rikki Hisako]

The girl gave Rikki her name when they got there. She still didn't seem too happy with the situation at hand. Well, there honestly could have been a lot of reasons why she was upset. This girl didn't seem like one to put on a smile very often, if at all. The fact that she didn't actually speak only made this situation a bit more unsettling. I see. Well, I'm quite regretful that we had to meet under these conditions, Miss Sayu. Though it may not have changed the girl's attitude, perhaps this gaze that she gave him would be at least. . . neutral?

The boy watched as she took a bite, and then chew. Again, she seemed rather intent on staring at him. The boy watched as she typed in a response, expecting the verdict. Failing. Narrowing his eyes at her, the boy sighed then began to smile again. I have a feeling you were gonna fail me either way. With a chuckle, the boy put his hands in his pockets. So~ Where shall we look for food next? Since, you seem so intent on spending the night with me. The boy spoke in a sing-song voice as he gestured at her. If he couldn't get this girl to smile, that was fine. He could have fun another way. Though, the girl might not find it all that fun herself.

[Sayu Nakano]

This boy, this Rikki, went on speaking after the introduction and the final verdict on the corndog. However, his words showed that he was as low as his actions seemed. She was not so petty as to fail him if he had, in fact, succeeded in the repentance she had set for him. The fact that she doubted there was anything that would provide her with enough enjoyment was entirely irrelevant to the argument. The boy then went on to comment that she was intent upon sticking with him. Finding herself more than a bit insulted by the blue-headed asshole's remark, she stared at him. Then, slowly, she smiled.

”Well, if you put it like that. . .” She let the point drag out, her fingers' movements specifically different to get that trailing-off sound, as she stepped closer. ”I suppose I could let you off with a warning- just this once. A special treat from me to you.” Her movements were increasingly seductive. It might have even looked as though she were about to come onto the boy. Of course, the reality of the situation was nothing like that. While Sayu could play a role like that, if she so chose, she had no intentions of performing lewd acts, or even going so far as to tease him with a kiss. After all, those acts were reserved only for an especially special person. One that had also been thoroughly washed.

Then, without warning or hesitation, she sent her foot into the boy's shin. Immediately following this, her right hand shifted, allowing the corndog's weight to shift itself handle-up, before thrusting it into a nostril. With a fabricated laugh from her phone and a step back, she winked.

”An arrow of truth and light in a world of darkness and lies. The arrow, in this case, is this declaration- like hell would I be intent on spending a night with some stranger.” With a scoff and a twirl, she began to distance herself. What to do? She could linger and attempt to find something edible on her own, yes. She could also just leave. Leaving sounded good on a number of levels. Decisions, decisions.

[Rikki Hisako]

The girl simply stared at him, likely annoyed. It certainly wasn't the kind of reaction he had been hoping for though. After that, the girl's expression turned to a smile. Well, he had gotten her to smile at least, but now the boy was sure that this wasn't a good thing. She began by "speaking" in an extremely suspicious tone as she began to step closer. Her movements were akin to something that one would call flirtatious, but Rikki knew better than to believe them. Instead, the boy simply smiled back in an almost sarcastic manner as she neared.

That was when the boy felt it. An act of affection? Certainly not. He felt a kick to the shin that hurt rather bad. But she didn't seem to finish there. Right after that, she proceeded to jam the corndog, handle first, into the boy's nose. With a blink, the boy simply watched the girl laugh and wink at him as she began to walk away. Well, that had left him with an odd feeling. Was he hurt? Certainly not. No. The boy had only become more interested. This girl was a riot! It would be a waste to let her leave now.

Finally removing the corndog from his nose, the boy closed the distance that the girl had made between them. Quite ironic for a demonic entity to be wielding an arrow of truth, is it not? He decided to make another jab at her, which could only further her desire to leave. It was unlikely that he could get her to stay a bit longer, but perhaps they might cross paths again? After all, the two of them wouldn't be going anywhere anytime soon given the city's state. Thinking on that, the boy began to ponder over all the interesting people that could be trapped within this city, just waiting for him to find them. But for now, this girl was certainly one of them. I would actually quite enjoy your company if you do plan on staying. As for the stranger part, I say that meeting new people is one big adventure. And missy, we have only just met. He had meant what he said about meeting new people. It was how the boy had become so versed in many different subjects, cultures, languages, and skills. Travelling had made him a jack of all trades. Of course, it made him wonder. Just what could this girl have to offer him?

[Sayu Nakano]

Sayu's ears caught wind of the boy's remarks. Something about her being a demonic entity, or some other ridiculous shit like that. No, she was no angel. Nor was she a devil, though. If anything, she was a human in their most natural of attitudes- seeking and focusing on everything that entertained and supported the self. He then went on to make some more ridiculous comments that sounded almost like he was trying to come on to her again. It was really quite insulting, on a few levels, that this boy continued to bother her after making her drop her food. Never mind the compensation. It was just too much trouble. Thinking on it, staying was no longer a valid option in the least, not going by his words.

"Fortunately, I have no intentions of remaining here." She shamelessly dismissed the idea that the two would be wandering about the festival together. Such an idea was loathsome. Very few were those that the girl could tolerate actually going out with. Fewer still were the ones she would willingly do so without a reason beyond the simple desire for it. This boy wasn't on either list. The most he had going for him was the fact that he was a human.

"And I regret to inform you that this is, in fact, a departure, meaning a parting." She didn't regret it, and the intensity of her gaze and the foulness of her expression and the phone's tone only made it more obvious. "Can't say I like stalkers, either. Don't expect me to go easy on you later." Easy, she said. With a quiet huff, the mute then proceeded to meld together with the masses, passing through to make her escape.

. . . certainly there was a good shop or two to serve her that evening.

[Rikki Hisako]

As expected, the girl dismissed the idea of the two of them spending the night together any further. The boy was laughing on the inside, despite this being a very slight letdown for him. It would seem that he managed to piss her off enough that she wanted to leave. Such a shame. The boy shrugged with a sarcastic smile.

And with that, she "said her goodbyes" to the boy. Judging by her expression, he had managed to piss her off a very good deal. She even managed to call him a stalker! Oh boy. That was a new one. Duly noted, missy. I will prepare myself for our next confrontation. The boy saluted her, making reference of another meeting. That should get under her skin a bit. The boy could honestly say that she was adorable in her own right. Though, perhaps his taste in girls was a bit eccentric?

He watched as the girl disappeared into the crowd rather easily. There goes his supposed entertainment for the night. With a sigh, he looked around once more seeing what he could do now. The night surely wasn't over. Far from it. After this little meeting with that girl, he could go on to do a bit of what he had in mind originally. Donning a smile on his face, the boy made his way through the crowd as well. He had a long, fun-filled night ahead of him.