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27.12.11

Battle Ground VIII

“Good morning master, your mother made us breakfast!” a death reaper greeted me with a smile, how ironic.

It’s been two weeks since Cross Apocalypse came into my life but I haven’t got used to it yet.

“Good morning! Eat your meals!” my mother told us.

“So how are you doing Cross?” she added.

“Master made me dinner last night! I feel so happy!” answered Cross.

It was quite weird that she notices even my slightest effort; and then, exactly at that moment, I realize that the death reaper was in love with me. That’s why after I shove her away from me when I was with Grace, her bliss slowly drifted away.

“Master, let’s go to the park today.” She voiced out of silence.

Since I don’t have a single plan this afternoon, I agreed.

It was cute for her to fall in love with me, and if she was a real person, that would be quite awesome. It’s every guys dream to get a female cutie love him. Compared to Elizabeth, Cross Apocalypse was much more beautiful; too bad she’s only a character of a game. If she was a real person, a lot of guys would fall for her but I guess if she becomes one, I guess she might not fall in love with me.

“Why not let Cross go to school, son?” my mother asked.

Believe me; I was in a state of calamity back there. I couldn’t tell her Cross is a character from a heinous world called Hiatus!

“Uhhmm.. Well, I don’t have any money to support her studies.”

“Ok, then me and your dad will cover for it, besides, your dad REALLY likes Cross.”

“Oh, ok, maybe on Monday.”

“Cross, I need to get you measurements for your uniform!”

“What’s a uniform?” cross joined in the conversation.

I wanted to mock her, but it’s not her fault that she’s not a human being.

Her being at school, I don’t really know about that. Guys might go all over her, now what? I have to take care of her all the time? Both at home and at school? Damn.

“Cross-chan is happy because he will go to master’s school.”

Even though she’s a pain, she can be quite cute… SOMETIMES.

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