Journal Entry #2
I was sitting on the bed that my host has provided me, reading over one of the few books that were on the shelves of the room I was given. I was actually getting to the good part, for I have read this book over before, when I hear a loud slam of the door to my room. I was so used to the quite it really did surprise me, causing the book to fly out of my hands and onto the floor next to me. I almost jumped out of my own gray skin! With a disgruntled sigh, I get off the bed and pick up the book, giving whoever entered an angry glare before realizing it was Equius. He gave a pitiful cough in trying to cover that up, naturally not doing well. I looked down and around before giving my red eyes back to him.
"Just passing through to your room, I assume?" I asked, knowing that I was right.
"Actually this is for a dual purpose. One of them is what you just listed, and the other was to make certain you haven't made a mess of our affairs sense my last observation." He retorted.
"I've been stuck in here, the room you provided me. I have not been out of the entire building in a week, so why check up on me anyway?"
"Our 'guests' becoming stir crazed has been a very real concern in the past."
"Do you really think I am stupid enough to try and bust out of here?" I ask, angry that he would even suggest such an idea. Granted, it has passed my mind once or twice.
"Not leave, more or less make some sort of display of your dissatisfaction." His voice grew firmer as he said this.
"Why would you give a shit anyways? Yes, yes I know you treat your 'guests' with some dignity but they must have been higher than me. Everybody is, after all." I spit.
"Do you honestly expect to receive any such dignity with a mouth of that sort?" He retorted, trying to prove his point my swearing was a bad habit.
I just huffed a little, before letting out a long, drawn out sigh before giving him a stern look once again. Only thing I could come back with was, "I generally curse to prove a point, nothing else."
"If you require obscenity to prove it, you only show yourself as uncouth and lacking of wit." A chuckle came from him, as if it was cleaver to point something out like that.
"Well I haven't had too much schooling; unlike someone of your status."
"You must have had some basics of education to be able to run a shop such as that."
"All I can remember is math and reading. I always thought math was fun and really simple, and reading just came natural to me." I always did get lost in books; my lusus would scold me for reading so much. Then I continue with, "I read a lot but do not grasp the language. It is about where you grow up and where you come from, the speech patterns you pick up is a product of where you are for most of your life."
"Is there even a point to this or are you just trying to excused your lax tongue?" he grumbled lowly. His blue eyes bore into mine, but I would not back off.
"Oh come on, you must have cursed before." I retort.
"I will not even justify that inquiry with a response."
I gave up. "I am getting a little bit of cabin fever though."
"Exactly why I came to take a look in the first place." He pointed to me, as if finally getting too the true point of why he came.
"What of it? Like you guys of a higher class really care." I was already becoming irritated, but to calm myself I held the book closer to my chest. The cool leather actually did calm me down, just a bit.
"We care about our possessions and would like to see that their safety is assured."
Okay that touched a nerve, saying I was less than the things around this place. What was there to break anyways? A bookshelf that could be rebuilt, same with the wooden chair and desks. Only thing of real value in here really was the lamp, and I needed that at night to read. I just raised an eyebrow to him before closing my eyes, rubbing them, and shook my head.
"Don't give me that look." He ordered, snapping me out of my moment of silence.
"Can't take it back, so deal with it." I return, with the same sort of rudeness that he gave me.
"No, I refuse to. Apologize immediately." Oh, an order. This might be a little fun, I have been rather bored.
"Make me."
"I have 100% of the means to. Have you forgotten where you are girl?" Anger came from him; it was so easy to push his buttons.
"If you wanted to kill me, you would have already. Now wouldn't you?" It was true, I have been alive in this building for over a week, I knew it, and they have not decided my fate yet.
"Death is not always the best way to make an example of a rustblood like you." He took a single step closer, as if trying to threaten me. It did not work. I just rose my eyebrow to him again, questioning his actions. This only angered him more. "What have I told you about giving me those looks!?"
I chuckled. "You just told me that. What do you want me to do, keep a blank face? Am I now not allowed to even make faces anymore?"
"Quit looking at me like you have even a single say in what goes on here."
"The looks are just that Equius, looks."
"Looks that express disapproval that you have no right to possess." That mouth will get him punched in it, one day I honestly swear.
"It was questioning? I can't question at all, even in my own head?" Now I was just trying to confuse him.
"So why do both in the first place?" he questioned.
"That I am keeping to myself, thank you very much."
"No, you are not." He ordered again.
Time to push his buttons again. "Make me."
"If your diet was reduces to irregular supplies of bread and water I doubt you would be anywhere near as uncooperative." He threatened. An idle threat, meant to be nothing more than that, just a threat.
"I survived on less. Try staving for a little over a week to keep a good ration of food over a winter. I highly doubt your high ass could do such a thing." It was true; I had to survive on little food and took handouts in order to survive. Yes I did have my shop, but that is where most of my money went. I could get rid of it, but then where would I live? Couldn't afford a home.
"Of course I have no need to partake in such foolish deprivation." Great, bragging.
"You wouldn't understand or survive how I have to." I spit at him again. He took another step closer to me, his tall, muscular body hidden under a dark gray pinstriped suit looming over my own. Black hair tied back, and cracked glasses overlaid his eyes, hands in tight balls at his sides as if holding back from hitting me. My heart jumped a little, but I kept my breathing steady.
"Do I need to repeat myself?" He growled, his face twisted in irritation and anger.
"Oh no, I heard you."
"And you still insist on acting like this?" his fiery voice threatened again.
Just…one last push. "You are not going to do anything anyways."
He calmly reached forward with his left hand and latched onto my horn, holding it with a vice grip. It did hurt, but I was not going to back down. The pain was like that of when I was younger, cold and going numb from it. My horn slowly did the same thing, and my mind kept going at the pace that it was, it was not slowing down regardless of my situation.
"Care to repeat that?" he urged.
"You aren't going to do anything. Read my fucking lips you high ass snob." I said each word slowly and deliberately, positive he heard me right. If he didn't then I guess I would have to repeat myself.
His hand shook with the rage that flowed through his own veins. His restraint was more than what I gave him credit for, but that would not last for any longer. I knew this, because my horn started to creak in protest. In that instant, I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth trying to get the pain out of my head. I even tried as hard to push away from him, using my force against him with all of my might. But even with all of the pushing and pulling I was doing, there was no letting go of my horn.
"Cease this struggling before you lost your horn." His voice broke through the pain, but I did not listen. I kept on struggling.
"Then let go!" I screamed.
"No. Apologize now."
I went to kick his shins, thinking if he went down he would let go. He stopped me.
"I will do it and leave you to deal with the consequences."
I gritted my teeth, getting rid what little pride I had left, and dropped my head. "Fine them; I am sorry you are a royal ass." I chuckled. "But really the apology won't mean shit."
"What was that, rustblood?"
"You are a royal ass. Even this apology won't mean anything. I am sorry for how I acted."
"Horns make particularly special souvenirs." He commented, giving the hint. That pain was still throbbing by the way.
"So you saved yours too?" Sarcasm was dripping from my voice. He didn't catch it.
"Who are you to be asking questions here?"
"That was sarcasm. Well I apologized. So are you going to let me go?" The pain is getting too much, my vision was getting blurry.
"Will you cease these blatant displays of insubordination?" He responded.
"Y-yes I will stop. Now please…let go." I beg.
"Repeat it so I am certain this is not a trick."
"I will stop, h-honest."
He let go of the horn and kept looking at me with a scowl on his face, not caring in the world to break eye contact. I just looked down at the floor, not wanting to look up into those angry eyes. Small whimpers came from me, because the area around the base of my horn pulsed with pain with every beat of my heart. My hand traveled to the area around the base, and I quickly shot in air as an agonizing pain shot though my body straight to my brain as if I was slammed on the side of a head with a two by four. My hand retracted quickly from the sore spot to not cause any more of the unsettling pain, knowing it will hurt for the next few days. Slowly as if looking up to the face of a god, I looked back up to Equius.
"I could just have easily left you like myself." He bluntly declared. Yeah, well no shit.
"Y-you didn't though, thanks." I snakingly respond.
"Now do you have anything else to squander my time with?"
My big mouth blurts out without thinking, "Aside from the fact I am still going stir crazy, no."
"That will be reported and dealt with at our discretion."
"Fine then."
"Perhaps some of the less liked personal will be sent to deal with someone like you." That threat was most likely going to be backed up with something, what I have no idea.
"Oh so you're liked, aren't you?" It is what he implied by that statement.
"I will not dignify that either."
"Oh really, you just answered it. Thanks. Does the highblood still have no idea when I can leave?"
"No." That was a quick answer.
"So he does know?"
"No."
"He doesn't?"
"Correct."
"Damn."
"Your. Language." Words said separately, great I pushed another button.
"What? Oh come on, damn is bad? It is short for condemnation. Fine, what about hell?" I had to at least have some leniency, with the little bit of a filter I have this might be a bit easier to slip by.
"No." Fuck, really?
"It's a place for god sake!"
"Only when used in context." Well he did have a point there, but none the less. I just delivered my palm to my face, causing a shock to the head which made me wince in pain. Damn it Aradia why did you do that?
"I suggest you come to terms with it."
"I will slip up, you realize this. Can you at least handle that?" I had to at least warn him. I knew that I had to work out some system to be able to catch myself for when my tongue slipped up. My mouth has less of a filter than a drunk.
"Only if you agree not to resent the reprimanding due for this relaxation of verbal constraints." I have no idea what the hell he just said there.
"Fine." I guess that was a good answer.
"Now may I leave you with the promise that this will be the first, and the last, of your antagonization of The Family?
"Unless someone actually tries to kill me, yes."
"Good."
"Then unless you have any parting concerns my time here is over."
"You're just going to your room aren't you?"
No answer, he did.
Aradia Megido
