A little magic
It is the second time he rings a bell on that day and hopes it will be the last. He wants to hurry and satisfy Urgot's wishes so that he could focus on something more significant and magnificent. And threatening other persons would just slow him down.
« Are we sure he is at home? » Singed asks.
The scientist decided to follow him, saying that a walk would benefit his limbs, too accustomed to a sedentary lifestyle. Viktor's sixth sense tells him that it is an excuse to do something different than grading papers. And it even suggests to him that after he would sit on his sofa, taking up vital space.
The door opens, and a man with a good physique comes, tight in his pajamas. His thick black hair is combed in a rushed topknot, with some free strands. He has some deep bags under his eyes, probable marks of an unregular sleep.
« What the... » he whispers seeing them, especially Urgot; he lives on the fifth floor, and that creature looks larger than the flights of steps.
« Sylas, how nice to see you,» says Viktor before he looks at the inside of the apartment « Since when have not you came out from your flat? »
The man, turning, mumbles obscure words. The small living room is full of clothing, dust and boxes of take-way food. The shatters are down, and the television turned on is the only light in the room.
« It is not your business, actually... why are you here? » Sylas asks, laying his eyes on the uninvited guests.
« We want to ask you a favour, right Urgot? »
His host nods menacingly.
Sylas looks at him cautiously. He knows about his new passion for the Star Guardians. The awkward pajamas he usually wears is well known in all the neighbourhood. The fact that Urgot came to ask a favour to him makes him suspicious. But if he refused, it would be stupid; under that soft look, there is still a mortal machine.
« All right, come in. I will see what I can do, » Sylas says, opening the door completely.
This reveals a small detail that he was able to hide: two huge armlets created with the star magic encloses his wrists.
He is not proud of them and always tries to hide them to who shows at his door, delivery men included.
The trio comes inside, even if Urgot does it with difficulty.
Sylas closes the door and holds a yawn. He turns to the guests.
« So, what is this favour? »
« I want you to make magical the familiar that Viktor will build for me. »
The man looks Urgot puzzled; he needs some more pieces to understand that request completely.
« He wants a familiar like the Star Guardians, but a mechanical skeleton covered with fabric is not enough for him, » Singed explains, looking for a free spot where he can sit.
Viktor told him about all the story along the way, and he still can not believe that he has to use his science for that foolish thing.
« No, no, no. Since those brats gave me those, my reputation has gone down. I will not humiliate me more using those powers for... »
Urgot approaches menacingly, stopping in front of Sylas.
« You will do it. »
Those words are enough, whispered as a death sentence. They make him consider that, maybe, his little honour is not a good reason for losing his life.
« You know that it will never be as a real familiar, right? At best, it could fly and shine, but do not assume he will transform into a weapon or shoot colourful rays. »
« No problem, I can do that, » Urgot says, showing the cannon on his right arm, meticulously modified to look like a Star Guardian weapon.
Sylas takes it as another threat and has to accept.
« But you do not have to tell anyone. »
« Do not worry; this will stay between us. None of us wants it on the record, » Viktor promises.
***
Urgot is happy. He can not believe he was able to find a solution for his familiar so quickly. He rummages inside the closet while he is singing, looking for the right fabric. He did a lot of soft toys similar to the Star Guardian' s pretty pets, but this one has to be unique, it has to become his personal Yuuto. He wonders if in that way Ezreal would finally notice him and acknowledge he is his biggest fan.
He takes the threads, the paper models, but with horror, he realizes the fabric he needs is not enough. The roll falls after a few centimetres, stunning him. He can not let that small obstacle to get him away from his special prize promised by the Star Guardians.
***
« Burglar! Burglar! » a woman shouts, coming out from a destroyed store.
Her clothes are ruined and her hair messed up, as well as limping while she asks for help.
In the meanwhile, Urgot gets out from the cloth emporium with the rolls he ness and looks around him. It seems there are no obstacles on his path.
But he does not notice a thin figure stopped in the sidewalk. Maybe he does not think she is a menace.
But her pink hair should highlight her, along with the wand she takes out from her bag.
Lux knows she has to take action more quickly, but she is still too confused. She has never seen a creature like that, a monster half man and half mechanical spider. But mostly she does not understand why he is dressed as an imitation of a Star Guardian. Is it a trap to lure them, or is it just the sick fantasy of a fan?
Whatever is the answer, that thing has just robbed a shop, and she has to stop him. She is a heroine after all, and she can not make an exception only because he is a criminal and not a dark creature.
« Stop! » she shouts, approaching.
Urgot stops and turns. He is curious that someone dares to challenge him.
He is disappointed when he sees Lux, not even in her Star Guardian dress.
« Do you want to stop me? » he asks with irony.
« Of... of course! You have just robbed a store and hurt some people, and I have to keep you off the streets! »
Urgot laughs, in such a cruel way that the girl shivers.
« Please, if you had been Ahri I would have believed you, but you and your group will never be at their level. »
Those words are worse than a cannonball for Lux. Her self-esteem is hurt deeply, so much that she can not move. If an ordinary criminal thinks that, it means that everybody knows that her group does not shine as it should. And this only because she is not able to keep it together.
While the girl wallows in self-pity, Urgot goes on his way, eager to get his hands on his sewing machine. His dream is getting nearer.
YOU ARE READING
The Heart of a True Star
HumorUrgot has a golden opportunity: the Star Guardians have decided to give a prize to their best fan. And only having his own familiar will make him shine more than the others. But Urgot's joy goes along with the desperation of his garagemate, Viktor...
