CHAPTER ONE- Shoes
Kanaya hissed, throwing her hand back from the sewing machine as the needle dug itself deep into the skin of her finger. "Not again," she mumbled, grabbing a bandage and wrapping it around the cut, "that's the third time today." She stared down at the multi-colored bandages wrapped around her fingers. Today hadn't been the best of luck for her. And these bandages really did clash with the outfit she was currently in.
"KANAYA WHERE THE ALMIGHTY FUCK IS MY LEFT SHOE. I CAN'T FIND IT ANYWHERE." Karkat screamed from the next room, sounding somewhat disheveled.
"I don't know."
"Shit."
"If you need shoes for something, you have permission to stop complaining and borrow a pair of mine."
"Kanaya. You wear fucking lady shoes. I am a boy."
"It really would be easier if you borrowed one of my pairs."
"Kanaya there is no way in hell I am going to wear your shoes."
"Alright then, happy searching."
There was a pause. Karkat opened the door, repeating, "I can't find it anywhere."
"Well what am I supposed to do about it?"
Another pause. Karkat climbed the small staircase from the door leading to the actual portion of Kanaya's respite block.
"Get me shoes."
"How about you go get yourself shoes?"
"I can't leave the house."
"Why is that?"
"No shoes. What are you, stupid? You expect me to just walk out of here, 'look at me everyone, I'm such a shithead I lost my own left shoe somewhere in my fucking hive and I need to buy more!' Do you seriously expect that of me?"
"Yes."
"Go get me shoes.
"Karkat, I am not leaving the house in the middle of the day to get you some shoes. What would you even do with some at this hour. Just order some off of TrollBay or—"
Without warning, Karkat threw himself into Kanaya's lap. "Kanaya I fucking demand you get me shoes."
"I'm not going to get you shoes!"
"Why the hell not?!"
"Because! I'm busy right now, and it's bright daylight outside!"
"So?"
"Karkat!"
"I'm not moving until you agree to get me shoes!"
"Oh my goodness, Karkat. Are you serious right now."
"More serious than that bulgelick Equius."
It seemed Kanaya had run out of options for the situation. "Alright, I'll get your shoes! Just get off me!"
Karkat pulled himself from Kanaya's lap and left the room without a word.
What, no "Thank you, Kanaya?" She rolled her eyes. Granted that's expected from the likes of him. She stood from her desk, straightening her skirt, following him from the room.
Exiting the hive, she held her hand to her eyes, shielding them from the blinding sun. She was used to going out in the light, but like any troll's they took time to adjust. Especially to a sun of this intensity.
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The streets were bright with the light of day. Granted, Kanaya preferred daytime to night, it was far nicer, and the wonderful shadows that were casted from the architecture at this time were stunning in her opinion.
She didn't know why Karkat refused to go out at daytime. Having a roommate that wasn't diurnal like herself was quite the frustration, considering he'd keep her up all night with his constant shouting at some poor soul with the most absurd insults, like "junglehumping bulgesuck"
Yes, Kanaya never could fully understand her moirail. He acted like a rough and rigid leader, but she knew better. He really was a big cranky grub on the inside. "Ludicrous kid," she whispered to herself.
She tripped and fell to the cement below. Picking herself up, she found herself face to face with a tall, feminine figure wearing a slip of a dress, her face covered by a large sunhat. Her skin was wrapped with tattoos, and from what Kanaya could see, her bottom lip held a golden lip ring.
"Sorry, miss, I wasn't paying any attention."
The woman in front of her didn't say anything, only extended her left hand, offering to help Kanaya to her feet. Kanaya accepted, placing her hand in the woman's, allowing herself to be lifted to eye-level. "Thank you."
A smile shone from beneath the overly large hat. "You're very much welcome, dear." The woman pulled up the side of her dress, revealing the tops of her stockings, from which she pulled a rolled tube of paper. "This is for you."
Kanaya watched as the woman unfolded her hand and set the paper in her palm, closing her fingers around it. "What is it, though?"
The woman smirked. "It'll open anything and everything, dear."
Kanaya stared at the lady, confused. "What?" Who was this woman, some sort of pedophile prostitute? Yes, that must be it. If that was the case, she should probably get out of here.
"Try it. On anything with a number code, try it." The woman's grin extended.
"Uh…"
"Try it."
"Miss I think I…"
"Try it."
Tired of the woman's bromidic responses, Kanaya nodded and stepped back. "Yes, alright. Thank you ma'am. Sorry for bumping into you earlier." She hurried off, back towards home, still clutching the paper.
She returned home a lot later than she had expected, for she had to take the longer way home. She wasn't going to risk that woman seeing her take her usual path in and out of town.
"Did you get me shoes?" Karkat stood at the doorway, like an eager woofbeast waiting for his master.
"No. The store was closed. Shouldn't you be asleep by now?"
"what the fuck! You nooklick, you said you'd get me shoes!"
"I know. I'm sorry." She eyed the door of her bedroom. "Look, Karkat, I'm quite tired and I don't wish to argue at the moment.. I'll be in my respite block."
Karkat gave her a flabbergasted look. "Are you serious? You, Kanaya Maryam, are going to sleep in the middle of the day?"
"Yes."
"…"
"…"
"What the fuck are you hiding from me."
"Nothing."
"What are you holding behind your back."
"There's nothing behind my back."
"Something."
"Nothing."
"Kanaya fucking Maryam you will tell me what you are hiding right now gosh damnit!"
Without response, Kanaya hurriedly ran through the open doorway, closing said door, stumbling up the small spiral staircase and into her respiteblock. She set her sewing machine down on the floor as she unrolled the paper on her desk.
What the…
The paper consisted of five lines of numbers, ten in each line. She read them off, "1876547890983746584327390123432783532182475832839 2"
"Try it on anything," the woman's voice echoed again in Kanaya's mind, "Try it."
She reached over and grabbed her lunchtop, locked with a ten number password. "There isn't enough room for all fifty numbers, though…" An idea sparked. What if I use the first ten numbers only…
She tapped them in. "1876547890."
Welcome.
It… It worked?! Kanaya was positive that wasn't the actual number to her laptop, no, her other one was the specifics of her wriggling day. She closed it, opened it, and tried again. Maybe it was just a basic glitch? "1876547890"
The welcome screen shone once again, leading Kanaya to her desktop. "It actually works?"
"So THIS is what you were hiding from me? Kanaya you shit, why didn't you tell me you fucking had something like this?!"
"Karkat?! What are you-"
"I am so fucking done with you, Kanaya. Fucking done."
"Karkat!"
An argument began to spring forth as the doorbell echoed through the hive.
"Fantastic, now we woke up the shitboggling dumbfuck excuses of neighbors."
"What do you mean we?"
"Go get the door," Karkat commanded, trying out the code several times on the lunchtop himself.
"Karkat I think maybe we shouldn't-" The doorbell cut her off yet again.. "Is it really that hard to finish a sentence in this place?" She held back a scowl and exited the respite block, heading down towards the front door. She made her way to the door, (past the several truckloads of fabric she had delivered to her hive not too long ago) and opened it to-
Kanaya gasped, jumping backwards at the sight of who stood behind the door. A pair of tall heels stepped into the hive, not caring whether or not they were welcomed in or not. "Hello there, child."
It was her again. The woman from before.
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Hello hello~!
This is the first Homestuck fanfiction I've ever written, it's taken me a while to come up with the plot line for it! Chapter one might not be the best, and I'm still quite rusty on my writing, (in all honesty I haven't written in years,) hopefully I can upload chapter two soon!
Please comment, favorite, follow, and rate! I really appreciate any help, guidance, or constructive criticism!
I realize my Kanaya and Karkat personalities might be slightly off as well. I don't have the most experience in their personality types so any advice on writing with them would be helpful as well!
Thank you!