A Caliban Christmas: Prologue.
"It's Christmas." Niko said for the thid time, frustratedly.
"I've already told you, the holiday has ne meaning to me" Promise retaliated with, her voice a complete monotone, as if she no longer saw a point in the argument.
"Well, it means a damn lot to Cal. One round of Christmas Drinks at Ishiah's bar, and then you can go." Niko conceded.
"I don't see how going and getting drunk can be considered a way to celebrate a holiday." Promise muttered, her voice still never elevating past a bored monotone.
"Then just pretend that we're just all celebrating after a job well done." Niko sighed, almost deciding to give up the argument.
"You two haven't done a job in weeks; it's been two months since you dealt with the Auphe." Promise shot, her voice having the slightest trace of fire in it. She had been arguing for us to get tor work the second we were in a condition to fight.
"Then we can celebrate that. That's big enough to celebrate for the next year. Besides, we'll all be there. I'm going; Robin and Ishiah will be there. Cal's bringing Delilah; she's even gotten Flay and Slay to come in for the holidays." Niko argued, his voice almost pleading. He couldnt think of much that I would want for christmas, actually I had told him I didnt really want anything. In his thinking, the least he could do was make it feel like christmas.
"I don't know how exactly we ended up surrounding ourselves with werewolves. I'm glad for Cal and everything, but we don't have to sink to spending our holidays with Kin. " Promise spat. As long as they were paying them, promise could pretend to like werewolves, but they werent her idea of the ideal friends.
"But I thought you weren't going!" Niko shouted, his voice reverberating through the apartment. Niko almost never got angry, but he was doing this for me. I was the exception to his Zen.
"Well, maybe I was considering it until you said all of the half-wolves would be there." Promise argued, her voice still vibrating with disgust.
They had been going on about it for hours in the living room, and at this point, I didn't give a shit whether Promise came or not. I just had the stupid idea of us all spending Christmas together, and Niko, as always, had taken it upon himself to make sure it happened. I banged on the wall of our fancy new apartment (Now painted Zen green).
"Niko, give it a damn rest! If she doesn't want to come, it doesn't matter. Just forget the whole damn thing and go to sleep already!" I shouted through the wall, pissed as hell. Their relationship was still fairly strained, I didnt want to screw it up any more.
"See, he doesn't mind." Promise said with finality. I heard the door open and close. Then I heard a loud bang, most likely Niko breaking another coffee table. Good thing we only buy cheap wooden ones that don't hurt too badly when you get ninja-kicked onto them now.
I heard Niko bang on my door for a few seconds before giving up on it. If he had been really determined, he would have either picked the lock or broke it down. He did neither so I assumed he was just annoyed. Now that the arguing was over in the living room, I stroked the blade of the knife under my pillow to make sure it was still there and fell back to sleep.
Sorry for the short length, this is just a prologue. Give feedback. If I get a lot of reviews saying I should go commit suicide, I wont continue. Otherwise I'll continue to the story.