Chapter 2
The voice came from Lux. He was wearing his usual soft cover up, a t-shirt, and a pair of ripped jeans. His hair was a dark brown color and his eyes were the same beautiful blue color I remembered.
"Have you lost weight?" He asked, "You look thin." I crossed my arms, closed my eyes, and turned my back on him.
"Sorry we can't say the same thing about you," I responded, "You look tubby." I turned my head slightly and opened my left eye. I saw Lux looking down at his stomach. He was frowning. I shut my eye again and smirked with delight. I enjoyed his sadness so much. I practically fed off of it.
"I'm sorry," he said, to my surprise. "I hope I didn't disgust you with my tubbiness." I growled angrily. I wanted him to be sad, not sorry. He must've noticed my agitation. "What's wrong?" He asked, "Would it make you feel better if you talked about it?" I turned around; my yellow eyes a flaming glow.
"It would make us feel better if you would go away!" I shouted. Lux shook his head in disappointment.
"Tsk, tsk." he said, "You really need to work on that temper of yours Tenebris. It's quite childish. You'll never find another destiny partner with a temper like that." I was so filled with rage I felt as if my body was going to explode. I had to let it out somehow. I looked up at my ceiling, closed my eyes tightly, and screamed at the top of my lungs. As I screamed, I ran over to my bookshelf, lightning fast, and knocked down all but one of my books. I flipped over one of my chairs and jumped up and down in a complete fit. "You see?" said Lux, as he poured himself a cup of tea. "This is the kind of thing I'm talking about. Thank you for proving my point." He sat down on his plush couch and took a sip of his tea. "Try and control your anger. Take deep breaths. Inhale, then exhale."
"WE DON'T NEED TO CONTROL OUR ANGER!" I yelled, my voice echoing and distorted.
"Uh huh," responded Lux, "I can see that." I grabbed my bottle of whiskey and drank, not even bothering to pour myself a shot. I held the bottle and wiped my face with the back of my hand. "That's another thing," said Lux, taking another sip of his tea. "You drink too much. It's unhealthy. I'm beginning to worry that you may be an addict. Perhaps you should consider switching to tea like me. It'd be better for you sweetheart." He took another sip of his tea and wiped his face with a napkin. I could feel my insides boiling with anger.
"HOW DARE YOU CALL US 'SWEETHEART'?!" I shouted. "WE ARE NOT YOURS ANYMORE! AND WE ARE CERTAINLY NOT AN IGNORNANT CHILD YOU CAN TALK SO FOOLISH TO! WE WILL DO AS WE PLEASE AND DRINK AS MUCH AS WE LIKE! SO HA!" I poured the entire bottle of whiskey into my mouth and exhaled with delight when I finished. I felt so accomplished and felt as if I had won the argument. However, Lux didn't look defeated. He smiled at me as his eyes pointed to the bottle. It was empty. "You tricked us?" I said, completely shocked at my own stupidity.
"No," he responded, "I didn't tell you to finish your bottle. You did that all on your own. However, now that you have finished it you'll have to wait till tomorrow for another to appear in your fridge. If you do get thirsty before then, I have plenty of tea and I'd be delighted to share."
"How dare you?" I said, my teeth clenched in anger. Lux simply rolled his eyes and continued sipping his tea. He picked up his cup, walked over to a drawer, pulled out a notepad, slipped on a pair of headphones, and led on his couch. "Hey!" I shouted. "Hey! We are talking to you!" He looked up from his notepad for a moment, but then continued drawing. "Are you ignoring us?" I asked, getting no answer. "You can't ignore us! We are supposed to ignore you!" I growled and continued to try and get his attention. I didn't know why, but for some reason I wanted his attention. I wanted him to notice me.