16 The ominous notebook? (1/2)

I skim through the ominous notebook, which was created by Celes. The room is silent, just the open fire at the wall sizzles a little. She is watching, while standing cross-armed before me. Everything is there, with date and time, from the moment I take this book into my hands.

From the current state of the world, to the state it -has- to be five, ten and fifteen years from now. The development of economy and culture. Changes in society? Healthcare and education politics? Tax-management? Now that's what you call a control freak!

Ten years and a few months from now, we will have our first time in a certain position. Hm. Hm. So that's how she likes it. Ooooh, you are so dirty. Sigh, the cute little girl in front of me is just a shell.

I knew it, but having the proof on paper sure destroys every last illusion of innosence I had about Celes. And there are at least three children planned, one as the main heir and two as reserves? You are so cruel, I want to cry. They are planned as spares from the very beginning! Being labelled as a spare even before being conceived.....

What bothers me is that we will do it just three times? I know it is childish, she will just write a new one but,

”I want to rip it!”

*Snatch*

”Nooooo!”

Anyway, my brain is still in short circuit mode. I have to order my thoughts, how did it come to this? We were enemies for centuries and now the witch wants to forgive and forget out of nowhere?

I am not ready for this! We are just seven years old!

”What is it, you don't like? Maybe we can make some sort of comprise.”, she takes out a pen to make changes.

”First of all. We may have been under the same roof for about five years now, but I still don't see us as something more than people who tolerate each other.” -Me

”That may be true, but love is something, you have to put work into anyway. So if we start working at it now, we could build up something similar to a decent life? I hate the thought, that the perverted goddess will win in the end.

Imagine it, we are old and grey on our deathbeds, while laughing about each others death! And that after a life of scheming against each other, while pretending to be the perfect couple.” -Celes

Okay! That is a disturbing thought. I will admit this. A lifetime may not be long for us, but it would still be extremely disturbing, if our life's would take that route.

”You sure are disenchanted with love and romance..... . What about just finding someone else for a liaison and be fine with it.” -Me

*Whack*

The witch hit me with the notebook!

”That's absolutely not possible! What if we get found out! Worst outcome ever! You and I are old enough to know that a lasting relationship needs more than hormones and sex.

Are you some kind of pedophile child abuser? I am the only possible partner here anyway! Even an old grandma is too young for you!” -Celes

Omg.... I never thought about it like.... THAT!

”A... Anyway I wouldn't get it up with you in any case. So the whole discussion is void.” -Me

”Ugh... . I …. if.... I think ….... we … could ask.... our mothers for.. . h.. help?”, Celes is red all over.

”WHAT ARE YOU THINKING OF MEEEEE!?”, I scream.

”I even tried to arrange everything as much to your liking as possible. I made great concessions here! See? It's hard for me, but doing it three times is absolute necessary for three children.

I know you don't like doing it, but this world doesn't have vitro fertilization. I looked it up. Inventing it would probably not be in time. You are a monk after all.” -Celes

I cover my face with my hands. My head aches with slowly pulsing waves. What is going on here?

”No parents. And the just three times is the other problem. I want a normal relationship with a normal amount of intercourse. The other problem is the notebook!” -Me

”F..Fine! If you can do it more often, more children are possible! But the notebook, what's wrong with it?” -Celes