Sing Your Silence

Chapter 4

"You don't appear to understand. The girl is insane, her mind just doesn't work normally!" I tried to explain. Several minutes previous, we had left Desiree in Sheril's study with Road as a guard dog. Currently, we were discussing what to do with the odd girl.

"She's very interesting, certainly," Wisely added, intrigued by her seeming resistance to his mental powers. Which were, admittedly, pretty faulty anyway.

"You said she willingly came here after you threatened her friends, correct?" Sheril mused aloud.

"Try whatever you wish, but do not say I never warned you." I stood up from the dark green stuffed chair I had earlier collapsed in and moved over to the glass opening to the outdoors. I opened the door and took one step onto the balcony. "I need a smoke," I muttered as I walked completely out and slid the door closed behind me.

"Heeyyy."

I ignored the voice and lit a match before using it to sear the end of my cigarette.

"Heeyyy," the voice came again.

Breathing in deeply, I blatantly ignored the voice ruining the pleasant high of the smoke.

There was a pause, during which I began to hope the voice had left, before it returned, much stronger. "Tyki, pay attention to me!" the girl bellowed.

Slowly, I turned my head to find Desiree crouching behind the steel bars of the neighboring balcony with only her eyes and nose poking above the railing. She was obviously trying (and failing) to hide from my wrath.

"Stop smoking," she said in a small voice. "You'll die."

"Oh, please," I sighed, already annoyed with her antics. This, naturally, wasn't the first time I had gotten a similar lecture. "I'm a Noah, I won't die."

"But just think about it, then," she whispered, starting to move back inside the study. "Wouldn't it be embarrassing to be the first Noah killed by smoking?"

I raised an eyebrow as her lower body continued to disappear back into the room. "Oh?" I was rather interested at the turn this conversation had taken.

Instead of answering me, she cackled maniacally and shot inside the study, slamming the doors behind her loudly.

"That was odd."

I had quickly turned to leave in case the terrifying child came back when her door opened widely once more and she jumped out onto the railing.

"What are you doing…?" I asked hesitantly. The first Noah to die of smoking, maybe. But I was definitely the first Noah to be afraid of a little scrap of a girl. (Whose name, in this case, was Desiree.)

At first, I thought she was going to try and jump over to my side, but before she could even try, her foot slipped, and she fell sideways off the rain-slicked railing.

"I'm falling," she announced, looking somewhat worried. As a completely instinctive response, I leaned over the balcony and grabbed her arm. "I think you just dislocated my shoulder." She tried to wiggle her arm around. "Yes, it's getting numb."

"Stop moving," I gritted out as I pulled her back up onto my own balcony.

"You're nice. I like you." She then jumped up and swung her arms around my neck, and I had to grab onto her body to keep her from strangling me. It didn't occur to me until later that I could have just let her fall through me using Choose, but I blame that on the slight disorientation smoking provided me. Or that the burning of my body where she was touching me was very distracting.

Sighing, I stomped out my cigarette and entered the room where Sheril and Wisely were still attempting to think up a brilliant plan to reveal the informational leak, and get rid of Desiree in one fell swoop.

"Do we happen to have a crowbar lying around? And possibly a room with no windows or alternate ways of escape?"

Wisely and Sheril stared, surprised at the girl's relentless grip on me, and of her presence at all. Sheril pondered my question for a moment. "Now that you mention it…"

"Tyki, you're going to have to convince her."

I gave Wisely a very bland stare. "And why would that be?"

"She saw you kill Yeegar, so it only makes sense that she would be more scared of you than the rest of us."

"Do you not remember the crowbar? She seems to have absolutely no problem with me," I protested. "Sheril, you do it. These are your plans, after all."

But Sheril had conveniently disappeared. After hearing the sound of scuffling from above me, I tilted my head upwards. Sheril had conveniently disappeared. Onto the ceiling.

Now that there was no chance of the duty being pushed off to him (Sheril had the strangest quirk, that whenever something was about to be put to him, he would defy the laws of physics), Sheril conveniently reappeared and opened the door.

Desiree appeared to flail her legs around, like she had been crossing them, and I chose to ignore Joido's happy sounds as a bit of her underwear was revealed.

"So, girl, will you tell us where you learned about the Noah, or will this get nasty?" I questioned. I was playing this conversation by the ear, so half of what I was saying wasn't exactly being filtered by my conscious mind. I cringed slightly at how unprofessional my start had sounded.

She wrinkled her nose at me, but still somehow looked amused. "Why should I?" she shot right back.

Grumbling mentally about how this wasn't going to work I continued by saying, "We'll torture you until you say."

"Wouldn't that make me less likely to help?" she pointed out, obviously never having experienced the pain of torture before.

Happy growl.

Joido, stop being a sadist!

"We could always kill your friends."

She sighed deeply, causing her whole body to lurch up and down. "And lose your leverage and bargaining chips?" she sighed, obviously as done with me as I was with her.

Exactly what I had said before, it wasn't going to work. I gestured at her, and turned my head to face Wisely and Sheril, who had been convinced this was a wonderful plan. Both of them shrugged, obviously having underestimated the girl and not having a backup plan.

"Sooo," Desiree trailed off, swiveling her shoulders around. "Might I ask what's going on, and why I'm chained to a wall like some sort of sex slave?"

I think she might have started to impress Sheril with her seeming experience when it came to duels of wit (if he takes her on as a ward, I may cry), but his interested expression dulled a bit after her show of oddity. She really couldn't control what she was saying, could she.

Well, he and I had never been too similar. Her saying things like that just made me more interested. I had never met a woman who spoke so crudely before, even on my trips with Eeze and them.

"Right now, we are questioning you," I said flatly, wanting to know how she would respond.

"I had no idea. Is that what's going on?" she replied in just a dead voice as what I had sent at her.

My face might have twitched slightly as I tried to hold back my amusement.

"Tyki, I don't know what to do," Sheril whispered, causing me to turn around and face him. "You're right, she's really odd."

Duh.

"Don't worry, I have this under control," Wisely quietly said in response. Sheril and I watched as he strolled up to Desiree, who was tapping her foot irritably. "Is there anything we can do that will make you tell us?" I let my head hang. We are horrible villains, aren't we.

"Why do you even care so much, it's not like I would share information with anyone else." Her face scrunched up like she was trying to frown, but couldn't quite manage. It was actually quite adorable.

No it wasn't.

"How much do you know?" I asked, drawing myself out of that terrible, spiraling train of thought.

"You know what intimidates me more than anything?" Her head was facing almost directly up as she tried to stare at my face.

This girl…

"Tall people." She nodded, almost banging her chin on her chest. "And males." Another close call.

What did that mean? She wasn't going to answer my question unless I wasn't tall and male? Frustrated with how she had to crane her neck, she decided to stare at my knees instead. Irritated with how she had seemingly lost interest, I crouched down and gripped her chin to make her look at me again. "How much do you know?" I repeated.

She took in a huge gulp of air. "Your breath is really minty and fresh. Did you eat a pack of breath mints before you came in here, or something? Aw shucks, you shouldn't have~"

That's it. I'm done.

I groaned and rested my head backwards to stare at the ceiling.

She's officially crazy.

NAW: So, tonight on I Think My Neighbor is a Drug Dealer: I'm locking my doors and hiding the booze D:

Cross: Booze, you say?

NAW: Boobs, I said boobs.

Cross: Why hide them?

NAW: Drug dealers.

Cross: A valid concern.

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I am so glad you liked that :3 I feel like Tyki treats Joido as more of a pet inside his mind than as a parasite that could take complete control... That will change, eheheh *Disappears into distance, chuckling evilly* Again, thanks a ton for reviewing, and I hope I continue to please you ;)

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