The Weakest Undefeated
Arc 2, Artia: Confessions of Dion
Is that love?
A feeling, an action and a desire without any logic in it, will slowly continue to eat away at the body until eventually you will lose everything you have.
And the most appropriate name is a virus.
There is no cure, you will continue to be fixated on someone no matter what the sacrifice, one by one you will die, that is the price. Self-identity, being the first thing you've killed by your own decision unconsciously.
“So, Love it is a bad thing?”
*Smiling*
“No... precisely it is the most beautiful thing, much more beautiful than anything in this world... “
Treasures,
Ambition, though,
Grudges,
And the Throne, too,
“Even late, but now I realize that all of it is nothing but empty chunks, There is nothing more beautiful than Love, Love embodiment of perfection in this world.”
“If only you understood how wonderful perfection is - No, you would soon understand..”.
I pulled the trigger that I had pointed at the man lying on the floor,
*dorr*
I turned my body forward, leaving 2 shadows behind.
“Now there is no way to retreat, If they want war, that's what they will get.”
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
Sitting down enjoying this priceless time, with a big smile and a heart beating so fast, a happy calm feeling made me forget all the pain before, she said, All just because the girl with a face that was smashed by chocolate and was looking so serious stirring the dough while occasionally staring at the ceiling as if imagining something to make her smile herself.
The sound of passing and chattering of the students passing through the hallway in front of our room, did not reach us at all, In this silent World without sound, the sky and sun slowly shifted and formed a shadow of 2 people.
The day had begun and the school began to be dominated by silence. I was surprised and held back laughter, the seriousness and precision amaze me at the same time is also quite funny, starting from arranging the condiment dose he was so careful to read the guide book as much as 5x at each step, he even weighed every gram of ingredients he wanted to mix into his dough, he said, if Vista sees this I guarantee he'll be the first and loudest man to laugh at.
Even when he put it in the oven, he sat hugging his knees staring at the slowly expanding dough without looking to the right or left at all, his eyes fixed on the dough and also the watch in his hand, He even started counting every second of it in his small mutterings.
...25
26..
27..
28...
29...
30...
Seeing her that seriously made my heart calm,
No matter how lazy and childish she is, in the end she is still a woman. Seen so clearly with her beauty, if only she was quiet like this surely her beauty would be in vain.
Sitting side by side with him fused with the floor, I enjoyed every opportunity and immortalized it into my HP, Face as he was serious, Face as he was sloppy, Face as he was imaginary, Face as he was, The face of confusion when reading the guidebook, Not a single moment was missed, I will keep and I keep this precious treasure
in my HP.
As I pointed my camera once more to his face he suddenly stopped counting and immediately got up from his seat, opened the oven and immediately picked up the hot pan with his bare hands.
Dion :”TIA!” I rushed to get his hand but it was too late,
He was already holding the pan casually but accidentally spilled his wobble when surprised to see me beside him holding both hands.
***Pubaque!* ** The sound of the baking sheet falling and spilling its contents onto the floor.
Dion :”You okay?!” I opened his hands and examined the burns on his fingers,
Instead of feeling the pain, his face turned red and frantically hid his face by putting his head into a plastic bag used in materials he bought.
Artia :”Se-Se-Se-Since k-when are you here?!”
Seeing the severe burns, I pulled his hand into a sink and poured water on the pair of small hands without stopping. Pulling the little hand of the girl whose head was covered by a plastic bag, was a strange sight but I thought nothing of it, the first and focused thing in my mind was to treat Artia's burns as soon as possible.
Dion :”Remember! Shut here! Don't try to pull your hand out of this water! Give me 10 seconds, I'll be back!”
Before hearing her answer I ran straight to the UKS and took some bandages and also various kinds of drugs that look, unlike Artia I never had any experience doing help
first of all, I brought everything I could bring to him.
As promised I returned 10 seconds later and gave first aid according to Artia's instructions and directions. Bandage wrap that is completely untidy and disheveled is just strong enough to not be easy
when distinguishing on the bandage in my hand wrapped neatly makes it look so clear how far away our experience is.
When I saw my own bandage I panicked and was immediately surprised, I was very sure that my bandage had turned red with the blood of the noble, but now it looks clean as if it never happened.
Dion :”Sorry yes, because of me you so dropped your cooking.” I bow my head regretting my actions,
If only I had been faster...
I looked at a brown bun sprinkled on the floor,
Artia :”A....Um.....Eng-“ In a panic Artia instantly made me stand firm again,
Dion :”Sorry, don't worry about me changing, would I buy it or would I help you make it again? Uh! Maybe this is for someone else, right?! I'm so sorry to that guy and I'll explain everything!”
In the end we were both panicked for different reasons, Behind his plastic bag he twirled his head trying to throw his face even though it was invisible, while I was alone
trying hard to apologize by taking some money out of my skinny wallet.
Artia :”Actually that cake I made for my Papa, tomorrow her birthday.” Artia answered by turning her face to the right.
*JLEB*
Like a spear, piercing deeply and painfully into my heart, it took me no less than a second to be buried by this immense guilt. With a tremble I let everything out
the money I have in my wallet until it's not left.
Dion :”Ka-Ka-If g-git let me replace d-with.... The best and most expensive cake here! W-Wait ya I'll be right back, and don't worry I won't run away!” I ran to buy the most delicious and expensive brown bread in the city, the price is equivalent to my pocket money for 2 weeks, let alone spend all my financial savings novels for years running out, But if this makes him smile, I would do it
with pleasure.
There was a sound of laughter and stopped my steps before opening the door.
Artia :”Hahahaha, Sorry-Sorry, I lied, this is not for papa.”
When I turned around, Artia had already removed the plastic bag on her face and wiped her laughing tears away.
Dion :”So it's for yourself? Still I'll replace it, Wait ya!”
Artia :”Enggk coke.” Answer jail Tia as she slowly stepped towards me, as I was grappling with the possibilities in my mind, I guessed one by one the possibilities,
Dion :”Vista?”
Artia :”Salah.” He added his footsteps, though,
Dion :”Pak Haza?”
Artia :”Salah..” again adds her footsteps,
Arita :”Salah....Who's Senti?”
Dion :”New name I created.”
No one was right and all my answers were wrong, so I didn't realize Tia was standing right in front of me.
Artia :”Dion?”
Dion :”I-iya?” I looked at Artia with a little nervousness
Artia :”Happy birthday to – 18! Sorry yes should be tomorrow but because it has been found out like this so free covered, tomorrow I bring the actual cake deh, but for now patiently yes.”
Her index finger touched my chest while slightly jailing.
Quiet as a statue, empty mind, between happy, shocked and also relieved to be one.
Dion :”J-So that's for me?”
Artia turned around while hiding her shame,
Artia :”He’em, The plan is si-“
*Wuushh*
Before he finished his sentence I quickly ran and picked up the cold bread on the floor.
Artia :”Di-Dion! What are you doing?! Don't eat! It's dirty! Don't put dirty food in your mouth! Later stomachache!”
Artia tried to stop my hand reaching for the bread on the floors.
Dion :”Sorry, Tia... At least please let me eat it, this is my request.”
I took off the petrified handle of Artia and ate all the cold bread crazily nonstop, taking only a few seconds to finish it all.
Dion :”That's great! One day I will reply, prepare for your birthday, Tia!” I rubbed his head to make a mess of his purple hair.
Staring at Tia who was sitting on the floor with me, he lowered his face and fell silent saying nothing and responding to my comment. When I was confused suddenly his hand was raised towards my face slowly,
tried approaching..
Dion :”Ad-du-duh..” Tia pinched and pulled my cheek without
saying anything.
Dion :”T-Tia?”
Just as my hand was about to reach her face suddenly Tia was shocked and retreated a few inches away from the reach of my hand.
Artia :”Ma-You what are you?!” tia asked stammeringly while throwing her face away from me,
Dion :”Enggk, I'm just wondering why you are, then..... Why did you choose to make me a cake? If the birthday gift is easier to buy, right? It's cheaper and easier than baking, right?”
*Plok*Tia patted both cheeks and ventured to look at me directly, saying,
Artia :”Of course, since you are my best friend, of course I don't want to give you half-hearted thanks.”
Dion :”Friends yes..” my little murmur drowns, drowning,
Artia :”Dion? What's up?”
No matter how hard I struggle, how much I sacrifice but if I don't get out of this friendship zone then everything will be for nothing.
Dion : “Let's end this friendship...... *I took out and opened the ring box from Noel to Tia*And will you be my girlfriend\, Tia?”
Instantly I was surprised by Artia's reaction.From being surprised he looked more scared for a moment and followed the tears that glued on both cheeks.
Artia :”Eh...Sorry, ouch...why did tears suddenly come out? Did you peel the onions? So strange.” Tia rubbed her tears but the more she rubbed them the more tears ran down. With a smile, he tried to hide his reaction.
Dion :”So how? Do you agree?”
*Clap*Tia re-closed the ring box, though,
Artia :”Sorry, Dion I can't.” With a forced smile alongside those unstoppable tears Tia rejected me as gently as possible.
Dion :”Ta-But why?! Is it because-“ Tia covered my mouth with her index finger,
Artia :”Please, Dion. Can you leave me alone for now?”
Without asking anything else I followed his request, the more I forced it to the contrary, the more clearly visible it was on his face. There was no choice but to go home with empty hands and empty hearts.
Dion :”Alright, Sorry to surprise you, Tia.” I left the cooking room with a very disappointing failure.
Walking into the classroom picked up a bag and walked straight out of the school area without looking back.the day was getting dark, one by one the street lights illuminated the dark road I was walking on, and, no matter how many lights are lit, no matter how many stars shine, no matter how hard the moon struggles to illuminate this world, no one will be able to shine and color my soul.
Empty thoughts, though,
Empty look, though,
Is that death?
When life is lost from its container? Wasn't..... Death is when we lose the meaning of life itself. Being an empty container, moving aimlessly, living in command and shadow. As if
a pebble on the side of the road, that's the real death.
I look at the night sky, you know,
10 Years, though,
I've fought enough, haven't I, God?
Live to be someone else and live without being anyone,
When I was a kid I felt the dark side of people,
When I grew up I was against the injustice of fate,
That's enough, right?
Can I rest now?
In the school cook room,
Artia noticed that there was a small piece of bread left on her shell, in silence she tasted it while cleaning it.
Artia :”Basic liar, where is there a salty bread like this taste good?”
.
.
.
Artia :”So, what do you want? It just so happens that my mood is not good right now.”
Tia said to the 2 black shadows behind her.
Noble man :”Goodnight,Princess Artia..or maybe you prefer to be called princess as before, Princess Celestia Artia, Second daughter of Celestia kingdom.”.
Artia :”As usual you love fishing my emotions, Theodor.”
Theodor :”No, No, No, I'm now a big man where maybe I dare to fight you, I don't want to lose my precious neck this, apologize for my sassiness, Princess.”
*Haaahhhh*
Artia let out a long sigh and turned around followed by the two people directly kneeling before her,
Theodor:"The government has been handed down, the Executor has moved." Suddenly theodor's voice became serious,
Artia stared at the ceiling "It seems only up here."
Theodor:"Relax, we will both continue to protect you!"
Artia:"Thank you, but Theodor, Astrea, I have a request for you two, this is my last request." Artia took out a special noble badge from her pocket and smashed it without hesitation before Theodor and Astrea.
The pieces of the blood-covered badge fell onto the floor creating a puddle that reflected the two men's faces who were shocked to see Artia who had already rounded her decision.