Chapter 12 A Talkshow
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You can't wear it on your own, someone has to put it on your finger.
It's great. Lord Akagi, you do it! Put it on my finger, I jumped at him.
No, not possible. He immediately refused and I groaned But why?
Because I'd obviously die if I touch you, Akagi said. I was brought back to Earth in the cruellest way possible. But it wasn't the worst yet, the worst was yet to come.
One person can do it, and only he can do it. Have you ever felt the feeling that something very unnecessary was about to happen and you can do nothing to stop it so you just wait for it to come and just pray that you don't die? See mortals, we just found something in common, how unnecessary.
I swallowed my saliva It's Lict, isn't it?
Unfortunately,
We both were in gloom. I was sad because it was Lict, while he was sad because I guessed it correct. Authors hate people who make nice guesses so well, now you know it, mortals!
Milady, could you please bring your hand forward? Lict smiled and I brought my dead hands forward. My soul was crying. He gently held my hand and brought the ring close to my finger. I looked at his hands and compared them to mine. My hands were pink and pale, his hands were golden. And they were shining brighter than usual. Was he angry? I looked at him.
He looked the happiest he had been in a while. Oh, so he glows when he's happy too? I looked at him as he looked at my hands and before I knew it, he had fixed the ring in my finger. This just feels like a marriage, Lord Akagi was the priest and Melissa was the bridesmaid. Literally, how high am I? What did Lict mix in the food?! He stared at me and smiled. My face turned into a kebab—Well grilled, maybe even burnt. Lord Akagi moved towards me and grabbed my hand. It was so unexpected that I immediately retreated back.
Well, it seems like it works. He said. In what world was this the right way to confirm if you can die or not? He must trust his straight a lot because if it didn't work, he would tear up into at least a hundred pieces—One for every woman or man who has ever had a crush on him.
Hey,
This doesn't sound so bad.
Then, realization struck me and I could feel. I could feel the clothes, the walls, hot or cold, I could feel everything. It won't break. What a beautiful feeling that was to feel that freedom was mine!
Akagi looked into a fat book in his hands. It had a black cover over it and it was written in Russian, with few torn up pages and pictures of certain ancient rituals. He had stayed up that night to read it but it didn't seem to finish.
I've met a cursed one.
Oh God. Poor thing. It didn't hurt you?
He hasn't. But I can't guarantee about the future so I need you to do me a favour.
Speak it.
Could you give me a book on exorcism? I might need it in the future. Also, call for an exorcist with a hidden identity. Make sure no one knows about him.
Akagi dear, this doesn't feel right. You don't have to deal with a cursed one. Let only the exorcists handle it.
They can't.
Why?
The cursed one—He's one of the twelve.
Oh my God...
Exactly.
What will you do now?
Isn't that obvious? We're gonna exorcise him. Let me know as soon as the exorcist reaches Moscow.
It was morning already. Akagi was done reading about half of the book but so far it had nothing about a cursed star—That too, an elite like Lict. Akagi stretched his arms as he got up and decided to take a bath. He had to be somewhere that day and he believed in punctuality. He walked out of the bathroom after a quick shower, dried his hair with a blow dryer and dressed up. He took out his blue contact lenses and pressed them on his cornea. Then, he walked down to the dining hall to have his breakfast. Melissa was drinking some tea when she glanced at him.
Are you going outside? She asked.
Yes, Akagi sat on the chair and picked up a bowl of salad.
Are you wearing lenses? Lict looked at his eyes.
I'm pretty conscious of all the attention my eyes seek so I try to keep them as normal as possible when I'm out in public.
Where are you going, Lord Akagi? Vierne asked.
A talk show.
You like talk shows?
My manager likes them. She literally started crying on the phone and somehow I ended up saying yes to her.
Akagi got into his car and left for the studio he was invited to.
We thank you so much, sir, for taking some time off of your busy schedule The director was an old and fat man. He shook hands with Akagi.
Not that I have a choice Akagi mumbled.
What?
Where do I have to sit?
Yes, please follow me, sir.
The director took Akagi to the waiting room and asked him to wait there while the staff made some arrangements.
'Can I sleep here?' He thought. He saw some magazines on the table and began reading the magazine and as he yawned. The lunar eclipse was due in two months from then—That was an astronomical magazine. Suddenly, the door opened and few girls came in shrieking like he was inside the ward of a mental health clinic. For a moment, even Akagi got up to check if there had been an earthquake or a cockroach. But as they gathered around him, he realised what was going on. So, he took the magazine and sat back on the sofa while reading them, as if nothing ever disturbed him.
Akagi Scheczalier, you're my favourite author! Can I please have an autograph?
It's hard to believe you read. Akagi looked at her.
You're so cute from up close! He blushed.
Akagi! Few more women ran inside the room.
Could you please keep it down? I haven't had a decent sleep—
Wow, even his accent is so hot!
Excuse me, I'm being victimised.
Akagi said and the security barged inside. After that, the girls were scolded for secretly getting inside the backstage. Finally, Akagi met yet another man who was blonde and fair, perhaps Finnish and taller than Akagi. As soon as he saw Akagi, he came to him and bowed,
Zdravstvuyte! (Tn// Hello) My name is Ignat Halzxiof,
Zdravstvuyte. Akagi bowed.
I'm a huge fan of you, sir. I personally requested the director to let me host this show!
That's nice I guess?
Are you happy to be here, sir?
Not really because I wanted to sleep but I couldn't because I was forced to be here. Like—I shouldn't be here right now—I'm made to be here. So... Akagi shook his head.
Ignat was left speechless.
Ignat, we're starting now. The director announced and they both got on the stage. As Akagi appeared on the stage, everyone shouted. The studio was filled with screams and cheers.
Did I always have so many fans? Akagi whispered.
Everyone loves your books, Ignat replied.
Oh? How the times have changed. Ignat fixed his mic and looked at the audience,
Alright everyone, our special guest today is one of the best selling and most popular writers of our times—Twenty-one year old, Mr Akagi Scheczalier!
Hey. Akagi waved a bit and both of them sat on a sofa as the crowd behind went wild.
Which reminds me, Mr Akagi, I've heard you're still going to college? Ignat asked.
Yes, I'm attending college online and writing books side by side.
You must be pretty popular.
No, most people don't know me by my face.
Well, after today they will.
'Oh, demigod. I regret coming here already.'
What inspires you to write?
Money, fame—All the good stuff.
That's pretty honest.
Yeah. Tell me about you—What inspired you to become a... interviewer?
Everyone laughed while Ignat coughed, Let's talk about me some other day.
Akagi smirked and nodded. They both stared at each other for a while.
Did you ever think you'd be so big by following your passion?
Nope. See, novel-writing was never my passion—I did it because I guess it's better than drugs?
-To be continued
