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]

'Ah-so much anger' commented Bel in a sing song voice as he picked the melon off the ground and dusted it off. 'I don't think that will work. It's the red melons that seem to respond to violence, I bet the blue ones are much more mellow melons.' He glanced at Squalo, 'Maybe you need do something more calming...like submerge it in water or sing to it.' The prince giggled again before holding the melon out to Squalo 'Will you sing to the melon?'

[novolumecontrol]

If only the melon was still on the ground. Squalo felt like venting more on it's tough hide. Briefly he considered just kicking both the melon and Bel. It would be immensely satisfying. The Prince had a point, though. The melon was too strong for him, so something else must be the key to opening it. And Bel was much better at puzzles than he was.

Assuming Bel would stop trying to make him look idiotic.

"Why don't YOU sing to the melon if you think that will work?"

[princeofknives]

Belphegor knew he had the superior singing voice (of course!) but he didn't feel like entertaining the philistines in the melon patch. There was also the fact that he just didn't feel like it. Squalo made a much better melon mother.

'Because I plan to dunk it in water if the singing doesn't work. You can't expect the prince to do everything, Squalo' reasoned Bel. 'Besides' he continued, 'your voice is louder, it's more likely to penetrate its thick skin.' He tossed the melon to Squalo. 'Remember, loud and calming.'

[novolumecontrol]

Glaring at Bel, he caught the melon with a snarl. " I suppose I'm just suppose to be grateful your going to do anything at all." Unfortunately Squalo knew enough about Bel by now to know arguing would get him nowhere, so he held the melon up for a closer inspection.

" I don't know what to sing," he muttered. Something simple. And short. Eventually he just decided on a nursery rhyme.

" Firefly, firefly, yellow and bright
Bridle the filly under your light,
The son of the King is ready to ride
Firefly, firefly, fly by my side."

When he finished he looked up at Belphegor, daring him to say anything about his singing.

[melonfield]

In Squalo's hands did the melon seem to....stir?! But that was ridiculous, melons didn't stir. And even if it had, it still showed no sign of opening.

[novolumecontrol]

"Huh?" Squalo stopped staring at Bel and looked back at the melon. " I think it did something..." he said, turning it over a few times to see if anything had changed.

[princeofknives]

'Oh? Good job Squalo, I think you've found your niche' Bel hadn't expected any reaction from the melon so soon. Or at all. The teenage prince inspected the melon in Squalo's hands for a moment before pulling a few long, thin wires from his jacket. Stepping on one end of the wires he stretched them them and carefully plucked at them, twanging a crude melody near the melon.

'I want to see if it responds to sounds and music in general or just your voice' he explained.

[melonfield]

And the melon remained completely still... perhaps it had just been their imaginations after all?

[novolumecontrol]

" Hah! It doesn't care about your crummy tune!" Squalo patted the melon and sat down on the grass with it. " Must prefer my singing." Caring less about the people around now that even a small amount of progress was made, he tried to think of something else to sing. "How about the national anthem?

Italian brothers,
Italy has arisen,
With Scipio's helmet
binding her head.
Where is Victory?
Let her bow down,
for God has made her
the slave of Rome.
Let us gather in legions,
Ready to die!
Italy has called!"

Squalo hoped it was a patriotic melon.

[melonfield]

If it was patriotic it wasn't for Italy apparently as the melon gave no indication of anything this time. Though, if it could it would applaud Squalo's singing, it was quite nice, but it couldn't. Oh well.

[novolumecontrol]

"I think you broke it," Squalo said angrily to Bel. The stupid melon... he was sure he felt it do something before. Maybe the melon just did not have a long attention span? He decided to try another short song, and sang 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star'.

[melonfield]

And still it gave no response. Maybe it just didn't have a long attention span after all... Or maybe he was just a little short on sanity? Who thought melon's had attention spans?

[novolumecontrol]

The same people who sang to melons, of course!

But Squalo was beginning to feel uncomfortable. Did he imagine that he felt something earlier? It didn't help that Bel kept snickering at him with that annoying laugh of his. He decided to try the first nursery rhyme again to see if he was losing his mind.

[melonfield]

Second time was not the charm unfortunately, the melon did not stir, did not change, did not acknowledge the man at all. It was just... melony in its own little melon world.

[princeofknives]

'Poor Squalo' said Bel, shaking his head 'are you sure you didn't just imagine the melon moved?' The 'genius' prince knew that likely wasn't the case, Squalo didn't have much in the way of an imagination, but it was fun to tease. Reaching over he plucked the melon out of his companion's arms and inspected it. It still seemed like just an ordinary, unbreakable, blue melon. Bel thought for a moment and then whistled a tune to the fruit.