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“That day…do you remember that day..?”
Dark Cacao Cookie, his entire life, had never been allowed to go to the famous Academy.
While his father and mother hated that place, he was told it was for good reason. They hated those with combat based proficiency. He would just be hurt.
It's not like his parents already couldn't hurt him more, though...
Eventually, he made up his mind, and formed a plan..
It's been...maybe a couple years...he knows his mother has passed, but his father, the worst of the two, was still out there.
Looking. Waiting.
And it terrified DCC.
At least he was hidden well...hardly anyone walked the trail he lived on.
Yet...
he couldn't help it.
---December 12th, year 1332.---
Dear...me? Goodness, I’ll never get used to that.
Today...was alright, I suppose.
Similarly to all other days, I left the treehouse and made my way to the Academy. It was off to a good start..no one really paid any attention to me. I hate being one of ‘The Five’, or however they call it...making it so easy to recognize me, to find me, making me proficient in a single magic instead of all kinds like normal students (especially since they all hate combat based magic...that’s not my fault...Father was right, I guess.), and all that I’ll have to do once I graduate..agh, I hate thinking of the future..
Well..
Except for
Dark Cacao Cookie paused.
Yes, this was supposed to be a private journal purely for therapeutic reasons...that was the whole point.
His favorite tutor had gotten the thing for him, but..
He couldn’t help but feel paranoid.
What if someone saw him writing in this thing? Specifically, a classmate..?
He’d probably be more of an outcast than he already was..
And without the Academy...where else could he go but home? He was hardly even surviving on the lunches they freely gave each afternoon.
Well..
Except for Maybe someday I’ll become the man my parents wanted to see me become, but for now I guess I’m just some scrawny teenager who can’t even fend for himself.
I’m such a fucking loser.
This was...supposed to be therapeutic, but now DCC just felt like crying or throwing his pillow or something..but he didn’t want to sew it back together for the hundredth time, and he never cried, so he just sat there, silently fuming.
After a while of just blankly staring at the pages, he quickly finished up his journal entry with “ Well, I don’t feel like talking anymore, goodnight. ” before setting it on the floor next to his bed and climbing down from his treehouse. He wanted to see if he could find anything to scavenge from that bakery down the corner’s garbage bin.
That’s when he noticed someone was walking nearby.
Fuck.
He stared at them for a couple seconds, but they didn’t even seem to notice him, just walking along the forest path. However, finally, they turned their head. DCC could recognize those eyes anywhere.
Why?
Well, one was a different color than the other.
Blue..and yellow.
“Ah! Hello there, Dark Cacao Cookie!” Pure Vanilla Cookie chirped. His voice sounded like the windchimes that hung from the trees near the Academy.
DCC just stood there, occasionally blinking, before finally coughing and looking away, as the other tilted his head. He was blushing, he could feel it, but thankfully the long pieces of hair that he styled in front of his chest hid his cheeks as well.
“..hey.” He muttered, his voice low and quiet, but the other seemed to hear him clearly.
“Is this a treehouse? Did you make it? Or your parents? Or your friends??” Vanilla took a couple steps forwards, continuing to bombard DCC with questions.
“I..I did.” DCC went over to the ladder, stepping up with a foot, trying to subtly prevent the other from trying to look inside or climb it.
He couldn’t let anyone find out that this was his actual house.
“Ah, alright! Well, you did very well on it..but it’s winter! Shouldn’t you go home?” Vanilla tilted his head, his staff’s eye squinting at him. DCC had always been creeped out by that thing..it seemed sentient.
He just cleared his throat and shrugged.
“I...I was..cleaning.”
Convincing. He thought to himself, but Vanilla seemed to buy it, just smiling a little and seemingly preparing to walk again.
“Oh, okay! I better get going, I have a meeting with some of the professors at the Academy..something about my magic again...urg...but I hope to see you soon! Goodbye, Dark Cacao Cookie!” Pure Vanilla Cookie smiled and waved as he walked off, but DCC remained pretty much frozen until the other was out of sight, and probably out of the range he could hear DCC.
With that, he exhaled loudly and spun around, facepalming.
“Fucking...idiot!” He mumbled to himself.
He probably thought you were insane, you imbecile..you literally spoke a total of 6 words.. He thought, climbing back up the ladder. He didn’t feel like eating pastries anymore, or really going anywhere in general. The paranoia about being caught grasped him again...after all, just a couple weeks ago..
Someone had recognized him.
He hardly managed to get out of their sights before he was captured.
As DCC watched the sun set, laying on his thin mattress, his stomach growled, but he just punched himself in the gut, trying to forget about it.
He finally shut his eyes, and drifted into his dreams.
Of course, as usual, it was about his imagined future, a future he would kill for…
One with..him..in his arms.
His least favorite part of the day was waking up.
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Chapter 1 end.
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