Kusora .~
You know, sometimes I wake up and the world just tries to remind me that it isn't trying to be my friend.
I thought when I just gave in the world would stop fucking with me in ways that I haven't even imagined prior.
It was early into the morning around six. For a rare time, Marakyuu is pretty packed with either housewives or working men, with the major demographic being the classical Japanese salary man with glasses and a suitcase on his way to one of the many bullet trains in the area.
Coming from the conversation from last night, I thought Grayfia would be the one to show up. It would be weird for her to choose to come over in the morning for a change, although I wouldn't know since she only came around a total of twice.
What I didn't ascertain, however, is that Sirczechs would be joining her. No really, I'm staring at him right now. He's waiting right at a seat near to the back of the cafe while Grayfia is approaching me, probably to let me know of his presence.
"Kusora, I apologise for arriving so suddenly." Grayfia started. "I…can see that you are rather busy this time around."
Oh well, at least she apologised. "This still is a cafe." I said. "And I'm assuming the reason for your early visit is because of your husband sitting in the corner right over there."
"You would be correct." she said. "...About last night, would it be remiss of you to discuss it with him as well?"
I sighed. "This saves time actually. Give me a moment to finish up and I'll meet you two at the table."
Grayfia nodded and headed back. Just as she did, I see her take a seat right beside Sirzechs and whisper something in his ear. The Satan then proceeded to stare at me with a gaze that sent chills down my spine. But not for the reason I inherently thought, he's smiling, brightly in fact. There is not a hint of malice in his facade, and yet it seemed odd. Odd enough to unnerve me.
I kept my neutral glance and stepped back into the back counter to deal with the rest of the orders. It took some time, but eventually a good few of the customers left with coffee in hand and my register being fuller than I've seen in a good while.
Deciding to stop ducking away from the two of them, I bought a set of coffee for the three of us at the table. "Here I am, as promised." I said. Softly placing the tray on the table, I turn to Sirzechs. "It's nice to meet you, Mr Lucifage?"
"Sirzechs, feel free to call me Sirzechs." he said. "I'm not one to favour titles."
Right…
I sat down on an extra seat at the table. "So, I managed to hear a good lot of what's happening with this marriage thing, but is there anything specific I should note before I share my idea?"
He looked like he wanted to say a few things, but from the corner of my eye I saw Grayfia give him a look. Afterwards, Sirzechs proceeded to take a whole moment to think, probably to explain things in such a way that won't reveal that the supernatural is real to me. It's not exactly ideal playing dumb when I know so much about this world, but I gotta keep all my cards to myself.
"There isn't much." He said. "What Grayfia said is pretty much the situation that we've found ourselves in. You claimed that you have…experience in the field of handling arrangements like these?"
I take a sip of coffee. "You would be surprised at how common such arrangements are in this place. Marriage contracts tend to always have a loophole they can exploit. Often in many cases, the honour of both families is on the line. So a good few are ruled out."
"So what do you suggest?" Sirzechs asks.
"There's something I've been thinking about, I know the bride is most likely not satisfied with the arrangements, but what of the groom?" I asked. "Is it possible that he too is unsatisfied with the arrangements?"
I can see Sirzechs scoff a bit, but quickly switch back to his neutral facade. "I would imagine not."
"We can make him lose interest." I finished.
Saying this may have sparked an interest in Sirzechs eyes as I suddenly see him lean a bit closer to me with an interested smile. "Interesting, what do you have planned?" he asks.
"Come by later, I have a contact that might…" I mentally sigh, and cannot believe I'm even suggesting this. "Appeal to his tastes."
He looked puzzled at first, until he widened his eyes and adorned a mischievous smirk. Without a single word he stands from his seat with a big smile on his face. Or more so a grin. I guess he liked the idea?
"Kusora, was it?" Sirzechs started. "Thank you for helping us, the coffee is as great as always."
"Wait, so the request for coffee beans came from you?" I ask, widening my eyes. Bastard said nothing, and chose to only smile at me. If I wasn't so afraid of him eviscerating me, I would demand he answer. But I'm not trying to get cooked today. It's nearly seven in the morning, I still have school to get to.
"I'll keep in touch," he said. "See you later."
Grayfia follows him out the door but not without leaving me a little bow and a soft smile before they walk to the left side. Which is most definitely not the way to the main street. A soft glow of red reminds me that they did not have the slightest intention of heading the normal way in the first place.
I sigh.
The things I do to smash hot chicks these days. Having Riser hire me certainly is the plan, but one that can go very bad, very quickly. My aura is gonna be working overtime.
I look around the cafe and it seems to be empty, so I decide to flip the sign and head upstairs to prepare for the day. Sirzechs will most definitely be back by tonight, in which the plan will be set into motion. I have to prepare on my side, when it works.