Gilgamesh’s jacket suddenly constricted around him, the fabrics ripping against his body. It was as if he were trying to fit into pre-teen skinny jeans. Frustrated, Gilgamesh tried to get off his tight clothing but struggled as if he were fitted into a straight jacket. Maria had come back out, with the quail entree on top of a clearly fake, gold platter. The sight of the obnoxious king struggling in discomfort made her giggle. Gilgamesh shot her a dirty glare as she placed the platter on top of his table. She cleared her throat and looked at the only other person nearby. Hoping that Okuyasu was the cause of Gilgamesh’s suffering, she gave him a seductive wink.
“Is there anything I can get you, honey,” she said charmingly.
Okuyasu, blushed for a moment before gathering his composure. “What he’s having looks delicious. Give me two of those!” he exclaimed, giving her a cheesy smile.
“Coming right up, handsome,” she turned, her walk itself now seemed more like a strut. Either she did really like Okuyasu or she really hoped to piss off Gilgamesh. Even she, herself, didn’t know.
“Oi King Guy! That waitress is totally hot,” he trailed off, staring at her as she disappeared into the Kitchen. He spit into his hand and slicked back his hair. He made finger guns and clicked his tongue.
Gilgamesh just barely managed to get the jacket off of his body, parts of it torn apart. “Tch. I suppose you could say that. If you are attracted to such mongrels,” Gilgamesh mumbled the last sentence underneath his breath.
Okuyasu looked back at the King and saw the ornate jacket torn on his lap. He couldn’t help but snicker at his devilish prank. Gilgamesh turned and realized that this boy must have a power that had caused this. He curled his fist into a ball and---
The door to the bar blasted open. Gilgamesh and Okuyasu turned their heads and their jaws dropped. A bloody mess of a man, covered in just a towel, had burst through the door. He stood proudly as if he enjoyed having the eye of every patron locked on him.
The fuuuun has ariiiived! Thank you very much!”
Maria was just coming back to the table, Okuyasu’s order balanced precariously on her shoulder. She instinctively turned her head to welcome the new guest, but she stopped in her tracks when her eyes met his. As if on queue, the towel that was tied haphazardly around his waist had plopped into a wet mess on the floor.
The now-naked man continued in his ‘superman’ pose until Maria dropped the platter on the floor. Her face went from disgust to confusion before eventually settling on disgust. She covered her mouth to stifle a vomit before she burped out, “That’s just wrong,” before running into the kitchen. From behind the kitchen doors, everyone could hear her retching.
For the first time, the man took in his surroundings and realized he was exposed. With a sheepish smile, he dropped to the floor and picked up the towel, again lazily wrapping it around his waist. “Whoopsie,” he said as if he were apologizing for bumping someone on the street.
Gilgamesh dropped the quail leg that was nearly in his mouth. In all of his time in this life or his previous lives, he had never seen anything nearly as offensive to the senses. The man looked like one of the monstrous corpses on Inverxe, but with the foolish confidence of mankind.
The man frowned as Maria never came back, “Well...I guess that’s okay. I can seat myself.” He scanned the room for an open table, but his eyes settled on the two figures that stood out amongst the crowd. Okuyasu took a few steps back as the walking corpse drew nearer.
To Gilgamesh’s horror, he could see more details as
it drew closer. His hair was matted from what was assumed to be blood and his body covered in blood and scars. He eventually got to the table and pulled out the chair. “This seat taken?” the stranger asked politely with a smile, revealing his bloodstained teeth. The King and Okuyasu remained speechless for a moment. “Oh, where are my manners! My name is Malloki! And yours?” he mockingly hit his head with his palm, as if he had forgotten something. He then dared to try and shake Gilgamesh’s hand.
The Golden King recoiled and gained control of himself again. He pushed his platter in front of Malloki and stood up. “Do not speak to me unless spoken too, abomination. Here, have at my scraps,” Gilgamesh hissed as he began to walk away.
“Stop, you’ll make me blush,” Malloki said, blushing.
“If you so wish to perish at my hands, wait until the game begins. Mongrel,” Gilgamesh recoiled.
“Oh, then I’ll definitely be looking for you…” Malloki trailed off. The Golden King shuddered at the thought.
“Okuyasu! Do you wish to follow?” Gilgamesh turned to look at the teen, still paralyzed in place. “Decide now or the next we will meet it shall be as enemies on the Island.”