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Room privileges:
(Laura)
It has been approximately 6 days, 14 hours, and 48 seconds since we first arrived here with Logan. In that time, Akihiro, or 'Daken', as he prefers, has made a total of 21 escape attempts thus far. An impressive feat, considering how closely he is being monitored.
Logan at one point opted to lock him down in the cellar, but decided that the best course of action was for he and I to share a room. I do not see the point of this. There are a total of three other empty rooms besides the one I chose. Aside from that, there is the living quarters, like Logan suggested, the cellar, and even where Logan himself choses to sleep. If it was to keep watch of him and make sure he does not attempt to escape, then it is understandable.
Sharing the room with Daken was, a test, to say the least. Each night, I would have to lie awake, watching him. He would forge sleep, slowing his heart just enough to try and fool me. After the fourth night, he had given up this tactic almost completely; it was clear we were both waiting for the same thing: for the other to commit an error.
During the day, he'd somehow manage to bring liquor and alcohol into the room (sometimes, he would even resort to stealing Logan's cigarettes as well, which annoyed him greatly). At first, I did not understand why he chose to do this, but soon his intentions became apparent. Like a child, he did this simply to annoy me.
Lastly, he would interrupt me, with his voice, music, or otherwise; be it during my meditation, or simply when I am trying to regain some of the sleep I lost from the previous night of keeping watch.
In short, if Akihiro was not trying to escape the house, he was busy being a nuisance to Logan and myself.
I sighed in frustration, feeling the urge to turn my claws on my smirking sibling, but decided against it a moment later. We were both currently located inside the room we shared; although I had grown accustomed to the odor of drugs and alcohol due to being around Logan for an extended period of time, the smell in the room was getting to the point where it was becoming revolting.
I glared at Akihiro as I heard his claws scrape against the wooden walls. "What are you doing?" I demanded, placing down the book I was trying to read. "You are damaging the already detracted wall when you should be reinforcing it."
"I'm not damaging shit," he countered with a scowl, indicating to the claw marks, "I'm dividing the fucking room."
"Whatever reason would you have to-" I began to ask, but was rudely cut off by the impatient man.
"Look, clone, starting today, that," he pointed towards the area behind me, "is your side, and the rest, mine."
I glared at him in disbelief, unwilling to accept the terms he purposed, "That leaves you with 3/4th's of the room to yourself!"
"So?"
I sighed, walking over to where he stood, "If we are going to negotiate this, it should be fair." I quickly surveyed the room, walking over to where the room actually divided itself equally. "You should have marked here, in this way, we are both satisfied."
"And what if I didn't want it to be fair, eh clone?"
"Then it would be most logical that I receive the larger space."
"FUCK THAT! Give me ONE reason why you should!"
"My belongings outweigh yours." I told him simply, crossing my arms. "Along with my cloths, books, and portable computer, I also carry my combat gear, and a few traps and gadgets, should the need for them arise." I glared at him once, "You, Daken, quite literally have nothing but the clothes on your back."
He bared his teeth, but stopped before saying a word. I suddenly see Akihiro's ears perk upward, not unlike an alerted canine.
I relaxed, letting out a relived sigh whilst my brother gave a low snarl. It was only Logan; surprisingly, he was not intoxicated yet.
He was dressed a flannel shirt, the top two buttons undone and exposing his white undershirt. His pants were faded, torn in various places. He wore simple hiking shoes, new if I was not mistaken.
"You two ok?" he asked as he leaned from the wooden doorframe. I could not place it, but something was wrong with his speech patterns. I frowned, opting not to bring the subject up and instead chose to observe. "I thought I'd come up and check on y'all, make sure everythin's fine an all."
There it was, Logan had let slip his accent. I do not remember him using it recently, perhaps this was his way of 'relaxing', now that his career as both a teacher and X-man were temporarily suspended. Perhaps I am overanalyzing things and he simply chose to keep the accent rather than suppress it.
"Everything is fine." I confirmed, mentally debating on whether I should smile along with the statement, as a daughter in a 'normal' family setting would. "Daken and I were just negotiating and discussing room privileges."
"Really now," an amused tone laced itself within his voice, along with surprise and relief, "No violence or bloodshed?" I shook my head, earning a small chuckle from his part. I let the corners of my mouth stretch upward, surprising both myself and Logan. Akihiro however, looked the least bit amused.
He scoffed, crossing his arms and throwing Logan a hateful glare. "Fuck this shit, I want my own damn room, old man." He then turned his gaze towards my direction, "And I don't want you setting foot in there for any fucking reason, cloned bitch."
"Really, is that everything?" he replied in a sarcastic tone, "or should I get your ass a new sport's car and condo while I'm at it?"
"You can't subject me to this shit!" he screamed. Honestly, he could be such a child sometimes. "I refuse to share a room with that-that thing!" I narrowed my eyes at him, but choose to remain quiet for the time being.
Logan was now laughing, "Maybe if you tried askin' nicely," he suggested, crossing his arms. Clearly, he was enjoying himself.
"Screw you; if you're trying to get me to beg then your fucked, I'd rather die!"
I rolled my eyes, not only is he a child, he is also overdramatic.
The argument continued well into the evening. Eventually however, Logan left to what served as the living room to drink, leaving Akihiro, who attempted to renew the argument from our room.
I heaved a sigh, searching for my earphones. I fell back on my mattress, the music in my ears did an outstanding job of blocking out most of Akihiro's screams. It was almost comical the way he practically broke down right then and there.
I held back a small laughter as I picked up "The Art of War" and continued where I last left off.
…..
I woke with a start at approximately 0330 hours. After mentally scolding myself for falling asleep, I glared towards the other side of the room. Not surprisingly, Akihiro was missing. I briefly sniffed the air and growled. Another feeble escape attempt.
I sighed in relief, he had not gotten far. Stepping out into the hallway, I paused, Logan was still asleep, indicated by his heavy snoring. I shook my head, Logan was always careless, leaving himself open for attack as he slept.
I heard Akihiro swear somewhere below. In the darkness, I nimbly descended the old staircase, my brother's scent growing closer with each step. As I reached the living room, Akihiro appeared from the far right corner which led to one of the spare bedrooms, the moonlight partly illuminating him. His face held an annoyed look, not unlike the one he uses on a regular basis.
"It's three in the morning," he stated in a hiss, "the hell you doing up clone?"
I crossed my arms, "I should be asking you the same question."
He growled, shaking his head. "Seriously, you don't need to keep tabs on me 24/7 ya know!" I said nothing, which irritated him greatly. "Alright then," he seethed, "if you must know, I was taking care of business in the can; I don't think I need to explain what that means…"
He was clam when he stated this, calm enough to pass the statement as truth. But I still heard his heartbeat accelerate slightly as he spoke, no matter how calmly he reacted. What was it that Logan called this, a "natural lie detector"? The name seems to fit.
Regardless, I stared at him blankly, which he must have taken for disgust. He held up his hands in surrender, "Hey, you wanted to know, remember?"
"And just where are you going now?" I ask, following him as he brushed past me. He turned, slightly less annoyed then before, if that were ever possible.
"Geez, do ya gotta know everything that goes on…" He muttered quietly.
"When it concerns you, yes." I replied dryly, listening to his breathing patterns and heartbeat.
"I'm just going to the damn kitchen to get me some water, is that bad now all of a sudden?"
I shook my head as he continued past the dining area. Lazily, he opened the medium refrigerator Logan had provided us (I say provided us, because it seems all he does is drink alcohol and cares little about anything else inside), I walked over to where Akihiro stood and watched him pour water into a small glass before gulping it down in one quick breath.
I cleared my throat. "I am well aware that there is no bathroom inside that particular room, furthermore, the room we share does in fact, contain one."
He scratched the back of his head, "Well, didn't wanna wake you…."
Another lie. Even without his awkward behavior, it was perfectly obvious.
"You are a terrible liar Daken," I sighed, "at least, when it concerns lying specifically to me. And as I told you before we arrived, your pheromone manipulation does not affect me."
"Fuck off, bitch…." He muttered, glaring at my direction. With that, he purposely marched loudly up the stairs, not even bothering to clean up after himself, and slammed the door to our room loudly.
I listened for a moment. Logan had stirred in his sleep, but that was it.
"Careless." I sighed, walking over to clean the mess.
…..
Akihiro's screams of rage forced me to abandon my sleep. I snarled, forcing my body to move until, with reluctance, it did.
"I swear I will!" I hear him scream, "You'll see! This-this is little more than imprisonment!" puzzled, I disregarded sleep and instead chose to listen.
"There ain't ganna be a court date, bub. Now, if I was you, I'd take my ass back to my room. And hey, behave yourself and I might, I might, consider giving ya your own room in about a month."
I could imagine the look of disbelief on my brother's face at the moment. As I stated before, he can be very overdramatic.
"I'd rather be back in jail than live by your rules! NO! I'd rather be back in S.H.I.E.L.D. custody right now!"
"Really? We can call Fury right now, see what he says."
Silence.
I took the stomping footsteps as Akihiro admitting defeat. Snarling like a rabid animal, he growled out an almost indecipherable "I hate you" towards Logan before slamming the door shut.
I glanced at my book, almost reaching out to pick it up. I stopped myself, glaring at my brother. For once, I decided to leave the comfort of a book.
He glared at me quickly, baring his teeth in a hiss. It made no difference, despite his reaction, I knew by this point I had won. He was, as Logan would say 'all bark and no bite'.
"So Daken," I say with a yawn, "now that you are out of options, perhaps you would like to reconsider my proposal."
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Excuse any OOC moments, my writing is still a bit rusty at the moment...plus I haven't read a comic in ages...
