Something stirred up in me today. Despite this joke of a vacation with imbeciles like the garbage clinging onto me like flies, I, for once, enjoyed the solitude. There's no prosecutor for me to fight against, no miserable client to half-heartedly consent, not judge to reiterate the gavel of the not-guilty verdicts I never fail to give. The area itself is luxurious, my room the best reflection of my prestige, but something seems missing. Something. Something. Something-
I paused from my entry, my quill pen trembling in my fingers. This was the first time I felt bored ever listening to myself, and quite frankly, it concerned me. Sighing, I withdrew from the desk and fixed my gaze around the hut, finely garnished with Corinthian pillars lining the corners, and highlighted with a crest hanging on the center of the room that bore the scales of law garnished in bronze. The mysterious degenerates who made the rooms probably spent a high amount of money just to accommodate for me, which is a very endearing reality, considering that one of the girls- I mean, degenerate females -got a room filled with bricks. I chuckled at the image of her terrified face when she scanned the rest of the room when we all came to the island, and it mended my pride. Just a little. But it's enough.
The windows had no curtains. The windows were the eyes to my soul. The thought of this sent chills down my spine, the streaking truth that I was never alone here silently coursing through my veins. Once again, I yearned for my old office, the velvet curtains lining the Victorian-style window that overlooked my domain, my familiar ebony desk that was never unkempt thanks to the slaves that worked for me. The rue for my departure was then eradicated when I remembered that-
CRASH!
I yelped in surprise and found a pink-haired girl wearing a bikini in front of me, grinning at my shocked countenance, her face partially cut from the shards of glass that grazed her face on her bothersome entrance. I automatically shot a look of contempt her way, but it seemed this particular piece of garbage didn't understand what privacy was in the the first place.
"FOOL!" I boomed furiously, "Why do you disturb me?! Leave at once!"
Instead of cowering in fear, however, she guffawed, breathing, "Ha! That was so much fun! I'd do it again!" And before I could drive her away any further, she jumped out of the window nimbly and ran off into the distance.
A soft knock on my door amplified my anger. Should I even let them in? I wondered, pacing, Why am I even thinking about letting garbage in this pristine home in the first place?!
A thought crossed my mind. It could be Shotoba... I peered outside my damaged window and saw a recyclable with a bun and sober expression awaited me. Seeing her confusion, she seemed to question why my non-Victorian window was demolished in a miserable pile of hazardous waste. Disappointed, I stubbornly thrust myself into the bed, refusing to give way to a degenerate female.
A click and a swing later, however, I found her with a broom and dustpan cleaning the strewn glass on the floor. When she saw that I was looking at her, the corner of her lip eased a small smile.
"The floor won't clean itself, you know."
"That's why slaves exist."
"There you are again with that boisterous attitude," she retorted rebelliously, "People don't see you that way, you know?"
"They do," I snickered in response, "Because only trash doesn't see me that way. It's different."
"Suit yourself." She huffed in frustration and was about to carry the shards away from the room until-
"Heyyy-o!" The bikini-bottom degenerate female busted in, causing the other girl to drop the dustpan, shards of glass flying yet again. I could have sworn I saw her shoot a hateful look on...what was her name?
I don't bother learning the names of the garbage piles below me. But that's besides the point.
"Scums," I spat, completely pissed off, "Get out of here. You made a mess of my humble abode and I command you to clean it!"
"Akata, why did you even-"
"That's not important!" the pink-haired female cut off, "Why are you here?!"
"I was cleaning up the mess you made! You-"
"Nick needed to get fed! It was lunchtime~"
"Nick doesn't-" I could see that the bun female's dirty face was turning red with...what, exactly? Regardless of it, I couldn't handle their contaminating presence.
"CAN YOU SHUT UP?!" I screamed, extremely livid, "Can you both just clean this stuff up IMMEDIATELY?!"
Both of them quickly became mute. One of them pouted. That should fix things, I thought, smiling to myself, seeing them stoop down to clean up the remaining glass. The dustpan was full again, and when the pile was clean, I slammed my door and never came outside again.
But she remained. "I want to say something," she said, her bun bouncing slightly as she spoke.
"One minute." I said crossly, "That's all you get."
"I, uh...I never met someone like you-"
"Because there is no one else like me."
"But I love that." She began to stutter. "I love that you are so boisterous...and unique."
"Niccckk~!"
I finally had an excuse to disregard her words. The other girl- Akata was her name I think- rushed by with a slice of cake and Boxbox cola in her hands, and I found myself forced to take the food, to take it all unwillingly when..
"Listen, Akata, I don't appreciate what you're doing right now, busting in when I'm talking to him."
"You're not allowed to confess to him! You can't just-"
"And how would you know that-"
"I have ears!"
"Oh Nick, please tell me that you're sick of her barging in-"
"No, Nick! She's too garbage for you!"
"Fine, then we'll settle this…" The conversation trailed off, at least in my ears. I debated on whether or not I should leave, but somehow, I found a source of amusement to stay for the endless bickering of two degenerates in a non-court setting.
They both looked at me in expectance, their eyes wide. "Nick! Who will be able to get to you?!"
"Ha!" I quickly remarked, my mind process numb from the high-pitched noise, "Get me?! If you wanted to get to me you'd treat me like the king I am!"
Both of them looked at each other, their minds brimming with hatred. Laughing maniacally, they ran off to their rooms, and it took me awhile to fully understand what was going on. I retraced my steps, tried to interpret what I said, and moaned in disgust.
If only I knew what was coming when I thoughtlessly gave myself up to this.
