Emotion Taster
Arc 1 Organic Waste: Chapter 25 - Kaleidskop
*Cring, Crates, Crew, Cracks.
The magic circle widened, moved to their side, then locked onto Imarine and Azarin. Not long after, a light fiber appeared from the magic circle. It was flowing binding every body segment while slowly making them fall asleep.
*Nogiying .....
I don't know where it came from, but the area around me suddenly appeared a beautiful light. Like the kaleidskop effect, the light shines on the four of us in a variety of colors. Red, blue, green, purple, indigo, yellow, and white.
“...”
But, Amalia ignored him. He is more focused on what he does.
*Whoush, vshoush ....
Waves of emotion began to appear, the light of the kaleidskop moved scattered. Very beautiful with colorful rainbow mix. Circles of light like disco lights spread all over the side of the building. These were the moments they took where he was, although I was a little worried how this scene was not seen by others.
Lasting for a few seconds, slowly came a stream that shone out from the bodies of the two girls. The direction of the flow rate slightly swerved before finally entering the bottle belonging to Amalia.
After all the flow was exhausted, the lights of the kaleidskop and the magic circle disappeared slowly. The two girls who were bound by the light fiber also landed onto the ground smoothly. For a while Amalia laid him against the wall of the building.
“...”
Hn?
We were waiting for Imarine and Azarin to wake up. At a time like this Amalia kept looking at the magic bottle she was holding.
“What's up? Something wrong with the bottle?”
From what I saw, the bottle gave off an easy red color. The light is bright enough, as bright as the previous kaleidscope light that can illuminate the entire back area of this building.
“...!?”
Shocked Amalia heard my voice.
“...”
Eh?
However, the next action was the one that offended me a little. Amalia looked at me with an annoyed face as well as being alert, she took one step back while covering her chest with both hands.
Is he still talking about that again?
“I ‘kan already apologized, so don't be afraid like it.”
Ever since I was hit by Amalia under that highway, I've sent out apology messages several times. At first the girl ignored me, but after some explanation and time off by the holiday, we finally started to forget about it.
Sorry .. I had a little reflex when I saw the light in this bottle.
Show me the notes.
“What's with the bottle light? Indeed the light is a little different as before, it continues to mean what?” My toot.
Amalia wrote something in her notes. He's quite focused on his notes, but ....
*srek.
Hngs?
His notebook's been torn. In contrast to the action he usually only opens a new page when writing incorrectly. This time the girl pulled out the book sheet to erase the traces of her writing.
Amalia, who had crushed the paper with her hand, ran to the nearest trash can to dispose of the paper. There he is also seen rewriting his notes, and coming back to me to show them.
Sorry, I don't know either.
“...”
No, no. You clearly know the cause.
*Whoush ....
Geh.
Emotional waves, sour taste a little bit bitter.
I don't need this power to know his lies. The one who wrote that long piece of paper was proof that Amalia knew. Somehow it feels quite annoying to be spoiled by this power. Like seeing a High School teacher dictating lessons very slowly.
Ten minutes passed, Imarine woke up earlier than Azarin. I don't know the reason he realized first, instead the time lag I used to explain the rest of the story to Imarine. All the things I haven't told you about which collection she was put to.
Imarine himself returned to accept it unsuspecting. The girl kept nodding, my words seemed to make her realize the reason I was paying attention to her problem right now.
Shortly after, Azarin also began to wake up. He still dodged me for unknown reasons. But, one thing for sure is that he is neither angry, stressed, nor hateful to me. At least that was enough so he wouldn't give me any pain.
Imarine and Azarin started going home first. As a form of reunion friends, they ask to be left alone. The two girls had already walked far ahead leaving us.
“Ah,” said Imarine who stopped her steps while turning around. “Amalia ..!?” call Imarine from a distance, “Can you come here for a moment?”
Amalia who heard it nodded and ran towards them. I could see Imarine whispering something to Amalia. Of course the long distance did not allow me to hear it.
Amalia's reaction was a little stammered, she made a shocked face while shaking her head. Unlike Imarine who kept smiling while laughing.
I walked forward near Amalia, but ....
*Whoush ....
Hm?
The waves of emotions were sweet and savory, more concentrated than the strawberry scent I used to feel on him.
“You just said what—”
*Whoush ....
Hng!?
However, quickly that wave of emotions turned into anger.
*fush
Amalia did a punching motion using her notebook. I, who was aware of it, quickly stepped back to dodge.
*Whoush ....
This time it was a wave of shame.
Amalia froze with her missed punching motion. That feeling reaches me now. But, after a few seconds had passed, he finally pulled the book and started writing.
Why are you avoiding?
Point the writing with a slightly irritated face puffing cheeks.
“Normally everyone avoids being hit. And I should be here too .. Why did you hit me just now? Is this still about ***your chest that time?”
*Whoush ....
“...”
The constant change in her emotions irritated me.
Bugchi.
Hit Amalia on my head using a notebook. Unlike the previous one, this time I did not move at all and deliberately let the attack hit me.
*srek.
And as a result of the force of the blow, two pages of the note were torn apart from the hook.
“...!?”
Amalia was shocked to see the chaos. It was true that the notebook was not destroyed, but the damage it received was quite concerning.
Why don't you avoid?
Huh uh?
“What do you want? I dodge or am I silent?” I'm a little upset with Amalia.
I used to avoid it as a form of self-defense. But, just now I deliberately received his attack with the intention of dampening Amalia's anger. Letting people hit me sometimes is powerful. But that doesn't happen now. Like a suicide bomb, it had more of an impact on Amalia herself.
I want you to never discuss what happened that time again.
“Which incident? Who squeezed that chest?" ask me with a fishing tone.
Don't tell me to squeeze the chest again.
Write it with an upset face.
“Quiet ... If I want to hold the bulge, I prefer the big one like Ima.”
*Whoush ....
Eh?
His emotional wave this time was beyond my estimation. Amalia was offended by my words just now. It's not more about laughing or being angry. It's more about being disappointed, sad, and jealous.
Cih, it tastes even more unpleasant than anger that only feels spicy. Moreover, Amalia has a high sensitivity to my powers.
“I'm just kidding ... yours is great too. Somehow the chest of a small girl also still feels tender—”
Bugchi.
Again a crushing blow to the head using a note. It makes the paper go back everywhere. A mixed angry expression with embarrassment was etched on his face.
Of course ... that's a normal reaction.
