Melon Field 2 [Yuri]

[melonfield]

The forest north of the village stretches to the mountain ridge bordering the sea. But before the narrow mountain pass to the sea, before the end of the forest can quite be seen, there is a melon field. The land is a little hilly here, and the forest around it is uneven, but the field itself is perfectly leveled and square. Although interest in the

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[novolumecontrol]

This was what everyone was talking about? Squalo stared at the melon patch, frowning. I must be more bored than I thought. He glanced back at Belphegor, wondering why he let the nut talk him into coming to this place.

"You really think there is nothing better to do than hang out at a melon patch?" Not waiting for a response, he poked blue melon #2 experimentally with his sword.

[princeofknives]

Bel watched Squalo poke at the blue melon, a smile that could indicate anything from amusement to homicidal fury on his face (the fact he wasn't stabbing anything at the moment suggested the former rather than the latter).

'They're not just any melons, Squalo. They're magical melons. Tougher than the average melon.' The Prince kicked casually at the fruit, then looked back at Squalo, 'See? I bet you can't even crack it.'

[novolumecontrol]

Was that a challenge? Squalo continued to frown as looked down at the melon. Obviously force was not going to break them, or Bel could have found a way to crack open the melon himself. But gossip spoke of at least one person who had managed to smash the horrible things. If someone else could do it, Squalo did not want admit defeat either.

" What do you suggest then, mister genius?" He punctuated the end of his sentence with a sharp jab to the poor blue melon.

[princeofknives]

Bel's grin grew wider. If he played his cards right Squalo and the melon could keep him entertained for hours. 'Well,' he said at last, 'I think we need to try thinking outside the box on this one. We're more clever than the others...well, I am.' He picked the melon up and turned it around a few times before rapping on its protective skin with his knuckles. He looked thoughtful...or as thoughtful as one can when his eyes are hidden. 'Squalo, what else is sort of shaped like this?' he asked, holding the melon out to his silver haired companion.

[novolumecontrol]

" VOOOOOII! I don't know!" Squalo said, his sword swinging wildly as he threw his hands in the air. He really did not feel like playing twenty questions. Pacing back and forth, he started listing off whatever he could think of. Maybe that would make Bel get to the point. " A football? Bowling ball? Armadillo? Uh... Coconut?"

[princeofknives]

Belphegor stared at the crazy man wildly waving a sword. 'How is a bowling ball similar in shape to a football?'

'Well nevermind,' he said at last while waving his hand dismissively, 'The prince was thinking something more...natural. Like an egg.' He grinned and leaned towards Squalo before continuing in a conspiratorial whisper 'You might need to hatch it like an egg, Squalo.'

[novolumecontrol]

"Hey, the melon is sort of oblong. It could be halfway between a football and a bowling ball." It's not like it mattered anyway.

You have got to be kidding. He stared in disbelief at Bel. Did he really expect him to do something so ridiculous? " If you think sitting on it is going to help, you try it!"

[princeofknives]

Bel shook his head 'You're bigger than me, you'd do a better job keeping it warm. It has to be you' He then frowned. 'Unless there's a reason you don't want to sit on it. Are you afraid, Squalo?' The teenage knife thrower set the melon on the ground and took a step back. 'There it is, Squalo. Don't let it defeat you, shishishi'

[novolumecontrol]

" Why would I be afraid of a fucking melon?" He knew Bel was just trying to goad him, but despite his awareness it was working. Squatting next to the melon, Squalo looked around to see if anyone was watching. "You just want me to look like an idiot. Don't think I'm not on to you."

[princeofknives]

'You're far too suspicious, Squalo' remarked Bel, though he couldn't keep from giggling. 'Go on, hatch it. I bet this is one of those things that's tied to memories. You could remember more about yourself...or the boss.' He gave Squalo a little shove, 'though we'll never know if you can't get the melon open.'

[novolumecontrol]

Oh how he hated Bel. Especially hated that he knew him well enough to use the boss against him. Giving Bel a solid glare, Squalo plopped himself on top the melon. "This is so stupid," he growled, crossing his arms.

[melonfield]

The melon in question sat toastily under Squalo, but did not do much. Nor did it make for a very comfortable seat, but whatever they wished, the melon didn't care.

[novolumecontrol]

For about half a minute Squalo was silent, sitting their glumly with his back to Bel... probably not a very smart move but he was far too agitated to care. His butt was beginning to hurt and he had to look incredibly strange. With a sudden shout Squalo jumped up and kicked the melon at a tree. " VOOOOOIIII! I told you it was a stupid idea! Try to hatch it... IT'S NOT AN EGG, GENIUS! IT'S A FUCKING MELON!!!"

[melonfield]

The melon smacked into the tree with an audible crack but it was the tree rather than the melon that showed signs of damage. The melon just plopped to the ground and sat as if waiting for them to do something more interesting.

[novolumecontrol]

" I hate this thing!" Squalo stomped on the melon in frustration. " Melons aren't suppose to be this hard! What is the point if they don't open!"

[melonfield]

The stomp did nothing more than push the melon futher into the ground at the base of the tree. No dice, boys.