Chapter 162 - The Banter and the Deal!

Sunday looked up now, surprise in his eyes. "You don't know what a Changeling is? But that is what you are. In Orun, the lot of you people reside in the Third Heavens which is the Middling World of Merchandise and your nation is called Changeling Unity. How can you pretend not to know this?" Sunday shrugged, standing up as he observed Shino carefully.

"I don't!" Shino crunched his fists. "But if you do, please, tell you everything." 

Sunday smirked.

He did not know what to make of this but then he found it rather amusing. His mind still argued with him that he was talking to someone who must have had ulterior motives to him. But then, how could he really validate that? 

The same person who he was looking at suspiciously happened to not know how even about himself? It was really amusing, just as much as it was surprising.

Still, he made his mind to at least answer the question the supposedly ignorant winged fellow had asked him. 

"Heh!" Sunday smirked wider. "A changeling, is that not what you are?" He returned back with a question before shrugging his shoulders now. "I mean, are you not capable of changing your form to that of a bird? Like totally?" He asked again. 

"No!" Shino shook his head. "Not bird. Hawk!" He replied. 

Sunday chuckled lightly at the way he said it. In the brief moment that their eyes had locked on to each other, he had picked up the twinkle of arrogance in his eyes. This Changeling actually did have some big pride in what he was. 

He found that rather amusing, again.

"I can't change back completely. So, we are kind of stuck. And in Earth, the term for us would be Were Hawk. There are others too. Were Wolves and the likes but..."

"Wait!" Sunday snapped his fingers. "Why can't you change completely? Something wrong with your transformational ability?" He asked, curiosity in his own eyes as he stared at the WereHawk. 

"Well..." Shino blinked. He shrugged and then put his hands to his waist, looking away at the sky above them. "How do I put this? It just happens that I am in the devolution specie and so, it is kind of tough for us to..." 

"Eh??" Sunday gasped now. "I find that hard to believe."

"Well, don't believe it, you! What do you Irunmoles even care for?" Shino gritted his teeth at the Irunmole, his hands immediately fisting up at the sides of him. "We... No, something happened to my ancestors. Something that had to make them find a place of living in these places and so, they stopped having to transform, trying to make out their living as the neutral spirits that they were and...."

"And, you guys, the next generation lost the ability, right?" Sunday asked, looking up at Shino. 

He was still on the ground, squatting with his back against the wall all the while he had been engaging the WereHawk in the conversation. For some reason, he found the exchange of words, ever since he did not want to believe that Shino was some threat, to be rather interesting. 

The WereHawk appeared to be ignorant of some things, things that were rather basic to the existence of all spirit beings. Like, for example, who would not know of the Changeling Unity and yet be a descendant of their race specie type? 

"What? What do yo care about that?' Shino became frantic as he yelled out at Sunday, his fisted hands trembling at the mention of each of the words that he spoke. 'Are you not the one who tried to kill me just now? So, why did you care about where I am from and whatnot?' He exhaled, his rapid breathing making him to open his mouth as he glared at the squatting Irunmole. 

"Oh!" Sunday laughed. 

"Hahahaha..." He laughed louder this time, resting his head against the wall while Shino gasped, staring at him in dismay, unable to make sense of what was just happening. 

"Ah... Ignoramus!" Sunday called out as he placed his right palm against the ground and with a sigh, jerked himself off the ground. "I understand if you are so touchy about the questions." Sunday muttered. 

"But..." He looked to the side of him, just by his left hand side without having to turn around his whole body as he stared at Shino. "If I came from a defective race as yours, I would be touchy about it as well."

"Ha? Damn you Irunmoles and your arrogance.!" Shino felt like exploding, his grey skin already taking a hue of strained red. "If your race was so special as you act, then why would you be the only one who was here to engage those Imps? Don't tell me they got wiped out by a group of demon imps?" Shino fired back, smirking now. 

Sunday blinked, his lips twitching at the words he heard. 

"Or, wait... Don't tell me that they all got so scared that they left you here and ran away? Wooooo... So much for being the arrogant Irunmole that you are. They left you alone." Shino fisted one hand and then tilted his body sideways that he was directly adjacent to Sunday's back. " You are the only one left here. A race that abandons their own is not fit to exist in the first place, okay?' Shino thundered. 

Sunday gasped now, the words stabbing at his words like a knife hot rom the fire. For the moment, he felt the truth of the words before his face. Was the WereHawk not true? He was the only one who had been assigned to earth.

No back up. No return plan. Nothing whatever in the books for him. Truth before him, he realized. 

He had been abandoned. He was alone.

However, he smiled just then. He was not exactly alone. He had another presence with him. So, he steeled his mind, the words of the WereHawk were not goin to get him feeling down any more. He had Bane. 

He felt the urge to turn around to shame Shino but then he fisted his hands, lowering his head. There was no use. If he had Bane, then it was best he left the discovery of Bane until the last moment. That way, he would not only have the moment of surprise in his hands, he would also have a very powerful trump card that the would be opponent would not be able to predict. 

And right now, just as Bane suggested, the only lead he had now, was Shino. 

"I am sorry!" He apologized. Find authorized novels in , faster updates, better experience, Please click <a href="#!_52020557016783471">#!_52020557016783471</a> for visiting.

Shino froze at the words. He had not been expecting that. In fact, the moment he had seen the Irunmole fist up his hands, he had tensed up his muscles, waiting to fire his muscles in an evasive move. It was obvious that eh had touched a sore spot in the Irunmole's soul.

So when he had the apology, he did not know how to react beside just freezing over on the spot. 

'I am sorry for how i reacted to you. You are right... I am alone." Sunday said, looking up at the taller form of Shino. "What could I do to turn the tables in the part of your forgiveness to me? I was rather touchy too. I thought that you had been o some mission to attack me and... See, I had a rather rough start to this place and so, I am careful of everything and everyone that I come in contact with, okay?" Sunday said. 

"U-hhh..." Shino stammered. 

"I never had the intention of doing anything to you. In fact, I did not want to even drop by at all. But I did. I am sorry if I.. I go to some sore spot."

"Hhahah..." Sunday laughed now. 

He put his left hand at the nape of his neck and then reared his head backwards. This Shino was insinuating that he had hit his sore spot? Well, he was right but then, he was not going to let that get to him agian. 

"My name is Sunday!" Sunday said now, returning to his former position and looking into the eyes of the WereHawk. "I thank you for your assist then but, I must consider us both equal . I paid my debt when I saved you from the imps." 

He looked to the side, his hands flat out against the sides of his h.i.p.s. "But then again, I would not mind if I am indebted to you again." He replied. 

"I need your help. I have a problem that I need solved before dawn and..." 

"And..." Shino interrupted, a little smile playing on his lips. "I want to know everything about my people's nation and Orun. Deal?" 

After al, he had said that the Changelings were called WereHawks instead of what they were really called.