Wednesday, 15 April 2015
Midsummer's eve, red herring
Some of the pickled herring was red. Twice the fun since the guests were here for a vacation that wasn't a vacation, in preparation of a job that wasn't a job. And now he was eating herring that was indeed red, and yet it was the real deal.
Swedish schnapps helped inflate what was a bad pun to begin with out of proportion. A truly bad pun, as he hadn't even shared it with anyone.
Ryu looked at his sister. For a while she and the two other girls, because they had been girls back then, had circled around Urufu-kun like planets around the sun. And he, Prince Wakayama, had seen parts of his powers usurped. But they hadn't been, not really.
Red herrings. There had been a lot of them, all of them real, none of them real, but in the end they had all mattered somehow.