“.... How is that fun?” Screaming meant fear, calling for help. Then again, some humans ate toxic stuff for fun, and put themselves through near-death experiences on purpose.

Humans were weird.

Never trust a spider, that’s what her sisters always told her. So she was never going to entirely believe what the other witch said. Angela had gone for longer without food, one day was nothing. “... You mean Shibusen, don’t you?” That’s what it always came down to. “... Even you can’t hide forever, they’re gonna kick your ass.”

Eventually though she’d speak up and the chameleon would lead them off on an adventure of her choosing. Off to the roller coaster they went! One of the smaller ones, just a kiddy coaster with some decorations around the outside of it.

Upon arrival, tickets were exchanged and she’d then take a moment and question “Do you know what this is?” She wanted to know, because if Angela didn’t, it could very easily be fixed. ”We’ll just hop on the ride and it takes us along the track - It’ll be fun!” She’d add on further, in an attempt to possibly get her to talk more. Or ask if she was further confused.

Take them along the track? More like throw them across it, just how fast was this thing? Some regret was settling in, but she wasn’t going to back down. She’d probably gone the same speed on her broom once or twice, but she was in control of that. They just strapped people to the metal death snake here.

It wasn’t like they’d put people in these things if they weren’t safe, right? This seemed to be one of the smaller ones, so it couldn’t be that bad.

They say if you understand something, then you’ll no longer be afraid of it. Sometimes, it was the exact opposite, the little knew how much stronger the other was. While she had come to accept that there was a chance she wouldn’t survive for very long, all sorts of alarms were still going off in her mind.

But she didn’t show it, letting everybody around her believe that she was nothing more than a naive little girl. There was no point in letting someone know you knew something when you couldn’t do anything about it. Besides, if Arachne truly needed Mifune as much as it seemed, then Angela knew she wouldn’t be harmed.

It was loud out here, but in a good way. Everything was bright, and the people here looked pretty happy. This was a bit different from any celebrations in the Witch World, there usually weren’t any animals or... whatever those  weird machines were. The people seemed glad to go on them, so why were they screaming? Screaming was supposed to be bad.

“Ok! Um..... That one!”

9. Are you okay?

“I think so.”

11. How often do you cry?

“Not much anymore.”

16. Who hurt you?

“…. I lost track of how many.”

24. How often are you told you’re loved?

He had fooled her for a month or two at the very least. Even then, something felt off most of the time, but she had pushed it aside. When he seemed hesitant to show himself around the others, she dismissed it, when in reality she had figured out the reason why.

This wasn’t Mifune.

It had just felt nice to at least pretend he was capable of coming back, and she still held on to that hope. But, everything had to end, no matter how much she hadn’t wanted it to.

She had just wanted the guilt to stop. When the samurai hadn’t returned, she thought he was just lost. Thoughts grew darker as time went on, and would continue to do so. He could have simply grown tired of putting up with her (even she couldn’t deny that she was bratty at times) or worse. Angela preferred the first option, which meant she could at least find him. In the end, it was all her fault.

When she thought about it, she couldn’t decide if this was just cruel because of her own denial, or if it was just the other’s fault.

“... Please don’t.”

                     “You’re not very nice.”

An obvious statement, but also      a precise       one so he doesn’t care. Either way, they needed ham right?     How luckt there was a market so close by!         A quick trip in, and they would have the ham. That is, if Kid doesn’t freak out about the symmetry of the store first.      He has to admit, it was tempting.         Everything was  WRONG. He’s not here about that.     Ham comes first.

                        “So…. do they just…. smell it?                                 What do we do?”

“There’s worse things than being bitten.”

Angela of all people would know that. Honestly, weren’t the older ones supposed to be tougher? She didn’t understand how a Shinigami could ever be feared by Witches if they were like this. Maybe that was just her own lack of fear speaking, you don’t fear death, you don’t fear a reaper. 

“I suppose you can say that…”

All of this hit him right in the heart. What were people saying about him? Were they really gossiping about him?      Of course they were.      Who wasn’t talking about him? He was the subject of many discussions.

“People say a lot of stuff when they think nobody’s listening. Well, or at least when the person they’re talking about isn’t around.”