Gigolo Diaries

Eros froze at the sight, his breath halting mid-way. Perhaps it was because he had already gotten used to the sword being nothing more than a useless piece of metal, but seeing it floating felt more surreal than fascinating.

"What the hell?" His eyes were glued to the sword but he didn’t know if to go closer or create distance. After all, he wasn’t naive enough to believe that the sword had unexpectedly heard his cry for help.

He continued watching the piece of metal, until it began vibrating at a rhythmic frequency.

The intensity of the vibrations grew with time. Soon enough, cracks began appearing on the surface of the metal sheath.

Seeing the current development, Eros couldn’t help but grow excited. After all, if the sheath was broken that would mean he would be able to use the sword. Perhaps that might be the turning point he needed to salvage this situation.

The cracks stretched across the entirety of the sword’s length with time and Eros could make out rays of light, slipping out of the cracks. The vibrations grew faster and almost resembled a melody.

Eros, not sensing any danger, finally decided to step closer. He immediately regretted that decision.

The first piece of the metal sheath broke off, flying through the air like a missile. The piece slashed at Eros’ face, cutting a shallow wound across his cheeks.

Eros immediately created some distance between himself and the sword as more pieces of metal began flying off, revealing the glorious bit hidden behind the scrap. After the torrent of steel, calm finally returned and Eros could finally get a good look at the sword.

It glowed with a silvery light that penetrated every corner of this hall. Luckily, it was growing dimmer, or Eros would have to find a way to carry this touch around.

It hovered in the air and Eros could swear that the sword was looking at him.

They ’stared’ at each other for a while, man and sword. The sword was bigger than he had expected. Although not as big as great swords wielded by berserkers, it was definitely not a weapon of finesse.

Eros took the first step forward; the sword didn’t look hostile, so he might as well try his luck.

What happened next however, wasn’t something he expected.

The floating sword entered a horizontal position, pointing its blade towards Eros. In that instant, a bad feeling welled up in Eros’ heart.

There was a long pause as Eros waited to see what the sword planned to do.

Then, out of the blue, it shot out towards him, forcing Eros to roll to the side to dodge the attack.

At this point, Eros was already on the brink of tears.

’Why is the damn sword attacking me?’ he questioned but got no answer.

After everything he had done for the piece of metal, he felt betrayed. Still, he wasn’t just going to let it rampage. Perhaps he could find a way to appease it.

All these thoughts were going on in his mind while he was still escaping the disloyal sword’s attempt to murder him.

The sword wasn’t too fast so even after a minute of chasing it still couldn’t get to Eros.

It stopped chasing at a point and began vibrating with frustration. Eros didn’t speak sword but he could swear he heard the sword say, "Stay in one place damnit."

But there was no way Eros would oblige. The sword continued chasing him, but wasn’t able to catch him. At this point not even Eros had an idea of what was happening.

Finally, the sword stopped chasing him. It floated towards the nearest wall and began using its tip to inscribe words into the concrete. Now this got Eros’ attention after all he hadn’t realised the sword was sentient prior to this.

Cautiously, he walked closer to the sword so he could get a good look at what it was doing.

The writing was clumsy and disproportionate, but Eros could still make out a few letters.

When it was finished, the sword pointed towards the letters, then at the Eros.

"That’s a B, right?" Eros asked, forgetting he was talking to a sword. The sword shook up and down, and Eros figured that was its way of saying yes.

"An L?" It shook again, this time somewhat joyously.

"C?" The sword shook sideways, most likely signifying a wrong answer.

Eros took a closer look at the words, and then it suddenly made sense.

"Blood, you want my blood." The sword vibrated vigorously.

Eros’ eye twitched a little as he realised that was the reason the sword had almost tried to murder him.

Once again, the sword moved in an attempt to draw blood from Eros.

"Whoa, whoa whoa." He lifted his palm, prompting the sword to stop. "You don’t have to try to kill me. I can give you some blood if that’s what you want."

He had been bleeding, although the wound had already closed, so blood wasn’t something he was lacking.

He rubbed off some of the blood from his shoulder, but the sword shook vigorously.

His brows furrowed. "What? That won’t work."

It nodded.

"So, you want it fresh?"

It nodded again.

After a moment of contemplating, Eros finally let out a sigh of defeat and stretched out his hand. "Fine, just do whatever you want." The sword was most likely his only ticket out of here, so if it wanted some blood then he wasn’t going to say no.

The sword shook, perhaps out of glee and it poked Eros’ hand with its sharp point. Immediately, his skin broke and blood flowed out of his hand staining the blemishless sword red.

Suddenly, Eros heard a small high-toned voice beside his ear. "Do you want to bind with me," it said in an almost pleasant-to-listen-to voice.

Eros’ head spun to the side but there was no one there. He looked around again but didn’t find any.

"Yes or No." The voice sounded again.

His eyes narrowed, but after a while, he decided to trust whatever it was. His eyes turned to Lain, if not anything then because of her.

"Yes," he muttered almost inaudibly.

"Good." Immediately, the creature that owned the voice appeared in front of him.