25th Of Spring
Sometime in the night
The order...Established to keep the peace and values of the slain god of peace. K scoffed as he said aloud, "Quite ironic the god of piece was the main casualty." He had been walking continuously, thus endlessly, to no true known destination. Kise and K hadn't talked since the fallout about four or five days ago, but K was used to hiding his feelings unlike Kise, so his sorrow wasn't as evident as his counterpart. Why he was walking was just as unknown as to where he was going. He only knew that tonight he was going to release some steam, some built up anger and random emotions, he had been keeping in his troubled conscious. The squire had been in a battle with himself, and even though he hadn't had many, he knew that this was one of the greatest battles one could have. As he walked in his elegant white cloak, laced not gold, but shiny polished chains and buckles. He had on his white casual gloves, cut off at the knuckles and underneath Kise's black baggy casual pants. He decided not to change the pants because they were barely visible under the cloak unless a gusty unfavorable wind would blow.
Walking...Walking..Walking was all he could pretty much do. As before he would normally talk to his other personality but now being alone was starting to get to the rebel. "Pft..Who needs friends?" K said as he kicked some random debris on the street. After his quickly ended rage fit, he looked up. "Uh..Where the petch?..." He wasn't not lost but wasn't sure exactly were he was..So he was lost. "Well I hope none of those cheap commoner thugs try to get an idea." K announced with a smile. Just then two grown men walked up forcing the squire's smile to fade as he placed one hand over the cloaks fabric, the spot of his tamo daggers. Ready to attack he awaited for the men to provoke him, just a bit so he would have an excuse to hurt someone. Just a little hand raise, a growl, even eye contact so that he may release the huge amount of pressure built up in him.
The squire then exhaled a sad, disappointed sigh of failure as the two men walked on the side of him laughing to each other sounding merry. As the men opened the doors, the sound of good times, bad times, laughter and sulking, and other unmentionables. The squire's face had lit up from the light, of the contents of the wondrous building. "What could possibly..Be so-" His speech was interrupted by the slamming of the doors. It was a simple close but denying him to further study the contents of the building made it a slam. He sighed and clenched his fist, "I a squire, shouldn't associate with impure commoners..But." He began to walk towards the building. As he approached the doors he stopped right in front of them. He looked down at the ground, not able to dig deep and muster the courage. "What if these guys.." He put on a determined game-face, a serious yet calm and cool look. "I have nothing to fear. "You gonna go in there lad?" Said a grown yet husky voice from behind. "Anytime soon?" Accompanied by a chuckle. "The petch did you say to me?.." K replied in a deadly yet low hostile tone. "Well don't be afraid my boy, go on in." The man added obviously missing the intention of K's remark.
K looked up at the man with a smile. "Oh yeah, my bad." He opened the door and walked in, but quickly slowed down his pace, allowing the man to pass him up. "What is this?" Was a constant theme that kept recurring in his mind. As he looked around and slowly walked forward, he couldn't lie, he was amazed. He saw people at tables, laughing and smiling, he decided to sit down himself. He walked over to an empty table a little bit in the back, and sat down in an important elegance. "Hmm...It looks pretty nice." He said trying to hide his amazement. "Now..What do they serve here anyway?" He mumbled to himself. He sighed as he awaited some sort of fancy service, or at least service at all, after all not everybody was aware of his self proclaimed importance.