Hi, guys! I wanted to write one single glorious story on this subject, but my brain had too many ideas, so this is what's going down! Multifarious, pretentious verbiage! Yeah! Anyway, I'm open for requests so if there's something you want to see send me over a peep and I'll do what I can.
Kisses,
~Bad Mitt
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She willed herself not to scrape her tongue against the roof of her mouth - if she did, it would mean she was thirsty, and she wasn't. Using only the raw force of her will, Kiryuin Satsuki had convinced herself that she wasn't thirsty.
Nui thought herself funny. Satsuki had ascertained that it was her freaky half-sister's job to feed her today, and the nutritious meal had consisted of a graham cracker and six packets of airline peanuts.
Where did those come from? she thought, absently, forcing herself to look away from the water dripping from the ceiling. There was no reason for anything airline-related to be on the island. She was distracted by a skittering sound, and she pushed her neck forward to look around her arm, wincing at the sharp pain that shot down into her tightly-wound shoulders. A rat peered back at her, whiskers twitching as it sat with its hands resting lightly on the bottom edge of her cage. Satsuki twitched her nose back, her mind free from mental judgments.
He wants the peanuts, she realized. Despite her hunger, her throat, swollen with salt, hadn't been able to swallow the last packet. She had spat them out onto the floor. Satsuki could still hear Nui giggling and see her cold pinky reaching out to lightly boop her nose. At the time, she had only been grateful that Nui was too short to replicate their mother's viciously invasive mouth-to-mouth feeding, but now, after several hours without water, she was within a hair's breadth of admitting that she would rather drink from her abuser's mouth than go without water.
The rat was closer now, inching in short, zigzagging dashes towards her feet. Satsuki did not move.
Let them eat cake, she thought wryly, closing her eyes briefly in lieu of a smile. She could no longer see the rodent over the ridge of her ribcage, but she could hear it munching under her. Occasionally, a whisker tickled tips of her toes, and she pressed her lips together in her effort to keep from moving.
Perhaps if I leave it food... well, her mental turn of phrase gave her pause. Spitting out chunks of scraps onto the floor could hardly be called "leaving food," but still her stimulus-starved mind spun a tale of slow friendship between two unlikely individuals. She, the prisoner, offering her food to him, the wily rat. The munching stopped and Satsuki felt tiny, cold hands lightly dab at the top of her foot as whiskers explored her ankle. She felt a small spark of warmth towards the animal.
I will call him Faust, she decided. I hope he comes back tomo - her thought stopped suddenly as she felt sharp teeth sink into her sensitive instep and pain shot up her leg. Warmth gone instantly, she lashed out and kicked the creature across the cell, the jagged edge of her false toenail tearing open its stomach. For a long while, it lay gasping against one of the bars before going still.
Satsuki bit her lip. She wanted to cry.
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Sorry, this one's not that good. It started out as something bigger but got too complicated.