Chapter 53 In The End, Only Fatties Are Loyal (2/2)
Avery shook, her plump body rippling in fright as she discovered that scary sword. Not only that, she was now able to put a face to the kidnapper! This golden-haired little girl, looking like an absolute Angel with ringlets of gold framing a delicate, doll-like face….was in actuality someone without lines or morals, even selling out her own brother! Such a two-faced child, too cold-blooded and frightening!
Avery almost had a heart attack. She wasn't good with people like this who dared do anything without conscience.
Suddenly a new voice joined the fray. ”They won't be a problem, I should think.”
Vera!
”Ah!” Avery squealed, her mouth hurriedly shut by the green-haired girl before the two below were woken up.
”W-Who're you?”
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Damien was elated. ”The best-fucking-girl, that's who!” He chuckled. ”Ha! Nice. Alright, now port me outta here you adorable little tree, you.”
”What are you talking about?” She tilted her head questioningly. ”Oh. I see. That's what you thought.” She nodded to herself. ”You must think I was here for you? But my apologies, Young Master, I actually don't give a rat's ass about your predicament at all. I am merely here to return the Young Miss to her proper bed. This cold, musty place is no good for her body.”
She placed her hand on Dolly and Milly, reaching over him. Her face was mere inches from his own, hair falling down to tickle his cheek
”Well then, Young Master, I'll be off.”
”Hold up!” His tone made her freeze. ”I've got a couple of questions for you, missy! First off, how did Dolly even know about the wedding? Also, how did she get there so quick? She wasn't invited. Mother and father have been spying on me and have Mary, so that explains them. But Baz was always with me so the only way she could've known and gotten there and back here is such a short time is if--”
A familiar-looking flower was shoved in his face.
Poof!
Avery, who was standing at the head of the bed, also caught a bit of the spores and took several drunken steps, about to keel over.
Meanwhile Damien was already out cold.
Vera put a hand to her lips.
”Oh dear. He fell asleep.”
***
Damien was walking around a new, strange campus with his hands behind his head, whistling pleasantly.
He was also naked.
As for why, it was Avery's fault. The guy apparently developed a sudden case of narcolepsy and knocked over a lit candle, letting it fall onto his bed. This caused a fire that turned said bed into ash after some time.
He woke up shortly, but not without feeling uncomfortably hot, skin red and steaming. The smoke surprisingly DIDN'T kill the young Avery, and the fire didn't harm Damien very much either. Thankfully the entire basement was made of stone and was quite empty so nothing else caught fire.
However the smell and smoke did, unfortunately, attract a bit of attention and now there were people swarming the place.
Damien, his clothes long since burnt to a crisp, noticed this situation and quickly scooped up the fat man before making his exit.
He currently dragged the fat man by his feet. The chains to Damien's shackles were wound around his ankles, pulling him forward. He felt a bit put-out, to be honest. Think he was besieged on all sides by traitors!
Dolly and Milly, ruining his wedding, kidnapping him. Using him to fund some weird idea of her's, selling his body for a quick buck. Baz, knowing and doing nothing for petty revenge. Vera....hm? He couldn't recall her part right now, but he's sure he will later!
Anyway, they were all little scoundrels. Hmph. Only Avery wanted to rescue him, and they only knew each other for a few days at most!
He sighed. No wonder there were so many in all those Chinese stories. As expected, fatties are man's true best friend.
Damien looked around and guessed he was at the middle school division? It wasn't too far from the highschool, maybe a mile or two.
He could totally run there. Or, maybe just stroll. He didn't want Avery to get his backside skinned, after all. He looked back. Actually, was he a he anyway? He thought so before, but he really did have a high, light voice for a dude. And that squeal from a while ago sounded pretty girlish.
And...did he say fiance or fiancee back then? During the morning ceremony he thought the dude(?) was looking as phoenix girl but what if it was someone else? Maybe the fop guy who was leering at phoenix girl?
...Damien decided not to care about it. Male, female, what did it matter?
He wandered around aimlessly through the dark, open halls. Only a few lanterns here and there lit the way and he was trying to find which way it was to the gate leading out.
Only one part of the campus was bright and that was because they were now beginning inspections about the fire.
Several dozen students at the girl's dormitory were watching with pale faces, anxiously fidgeting about, looking guilty as hell.
But he didn't care about that. He was too busy looking for a way out of this place, trying to avoid the patrols of security guards and teachers who were called out.
And just as he was about to turn a corner, someone bumped into him. They stumbled back and Damien caught the newcomer out of instinct.
It was a woman, one with a voluptuous, mind-stirring figure unable to be hidden under the cream-colored knit sweater she wore. Her caramel hair was a little long, just past her shoulders, and she wore small pearl earrings along with a simple gold locket around her neck.
Like Mother, Mary and Dana, she had the air of a mature woman with style and class.
She looked up at him with sparkling clear eyes. ”Oh, sorry about that. Thank you.” Her voice was as clear as a bell and just as nice to listen to. ”Ah…” She looked down.
The woman noticed his lack of clothes just then. And the unconscious fatty at his feet.
Her face turned red, then stiff and pale. She took a deep breath, face set in panic.
Damien acted fast, covering her soft pink lips with a hand and shoving her into a door right beside them.
Dragging in Avery a moment later.