A kitchen knife flew through the air, twirling around its own axis to stabilize itself in its straight flight. It flew with such a speed that it had no problems penetrating the glass pane separating the single room of this house from the shower, breaking it into hundreds of shards in the process. The knife travelled onwards through the nebula inside the shower until it stabbed into Aska´s shoulder. It was a perfect hit and more importantly, I had his attention. 

“Lunch is ready!” I said loudly and picked up the table ware from the counter while catching the knife that came flying back with my right hand. Blood dripped down from it, but in comparison to Aska´s wound, this was nothing.

“What is wrong with you? And … where is half our stuff?” He said, looking all around the room with a wide open mouth. I ripped everything I didn´t knew before out, opened it with a few knifes and looked at its strange metallic innards. Truth to be told, I still didn´t know much about these things, but I did find a few interesting sturdy ropes that could be used greatly to strangle someone.

“Well, as you were busy with getting rid of all the blood on yourself, I decided to throw out all the metallic trash in here.” I stated drily while thinking about the last half an hour where I ordered him to scrub himself as he was dirtying the ground I cleaned before.

“Metallic … trash? You … where is our dishwasher? The fridge … the oven?” Well, I did throw out everything except the thing that played music.

“Oh, these things had a name? I really couldn’t figure out their use and as that thing started to talk to me all of a sudden, I decided to throw it out.” I said, clearly remembering how that metallic box asked me to stock up on milk.

“… where is my pc?” He asked, now looking towards an empty desk.

“As I said, I threw all the ‘pieces of crap’ out.” I stated quite bewildered by his reaction.

“Do you think sometimes before acting? They were all here for a reason!” He growled, but sat down on the chair opposite of me nonetheless.

“Yes, I do. And looking at your face, I knew I made the right decision.” I said as he noticed what I cooked for the first time.

“… fine. Then we live without the wonders of technology. And what have you made there?” He asked while pointing at the dish in disgust.

“Ratatouille.” I stated dryly and stabbed my fork in my own food.

“You know that I hate it?” Yeah, I did know. And he wasn’t the only one to do so.

“I am painfully aware of that fact.” I said and lifted up a bit of this disgusting food. Sadly, there was no way I was going to eat that either. “Noodles?” I asked while smiling bitterly. 

“And how do you want to make noodles without a stove? How do you heat up that food in the first place?” Why was he asking so many questions? Why? It somehow made me very angry that he questioned my decisions time and time again.

“Oh, I moved everything I could and then that thing grew freakishly hot … you don’t have one of our old mana stone fired stoves left over somewhere?” I asked quietly.

“No?” He said, unsure about the change in atmosphere.

“Uhh … well … we have to renovate anyway, the colours here go on my nerves already.” I said and put on my usual fake smile.

“Hey … why are you angry?” Angry? Was I really angry? I probably was, otherwise I would be more curious about these things I throwed out.

“… because I am living together with you, okay? I´m going to be fine sometime in the future … but I need time.” I admitted and stared down onto my plate. Living with Aska was harder than expected. I never thought it would be easier after I remembered everything, but my heart ached really badly sometimes if he was around. And that alone made me quite angry.

“I see … feel free to go outside when it is getting to much, okay?” He said concerned. For some reason, he really wanted this to work out between us and so did I. 

“Yeah, I think that’s a good idea right now.” I said and stood up from my chair. A bit defeated by the situation, I slurped outside, only to kick on of these metallic things … naturally onto his side of the island. Exhaling loudly, I started to sprint back towards my things, retrieved the makeshift fishing rod, dug a half dead worm out of the sand and … threw everything into the water angrily. Literally, everything. 

“Screw this.” I had problems. Massive problems. Mental ones, my whole situation was fucked up and I was living with the person who hurt me the most through my whole life, time and time again. I had hit rock bottom, there was no denying this. It could only go uphill afterwards … right?

And so, I forced myself to get back towards Aska after a few hours. Holing up on my own side of the island like a hermit wouldn’t fix my problems at all. There was really only one way how I could fix these issues I had.

Grinning wryly, I stepped into the single room again and headed directly towards the kitchen while Aska was reading a book on a sofa. I rummaged a bit through the drawers and soon found what I was searching for. The second knife of the day sailed through the whole room, flying towards Aska´s neck at breakneck speed … at least until he sneezed and evaded it by hairs width. 

“Aska, do you know what I want?” I asked as he put down the book to his side. He squinted his eyes a little, and then snipped with his fingers. A curved red sword appeared out of thin air in front of me. Smiling cutely, I grabbed it by the handle and got myself in position as he sliced through the sofa with his own sword and kicked the remains out of his way. 

“No rules, best of five?” He asked wary about every movement I made.

“Best of five … hundred. And you need two more than me to win.” I said and dashed towards him through the room. Before I even came close to him, half the sofa was already flung into my way.

This was what I needed. Violence probably wasn’t the best solution to everything … but it was always a solution.