HoNk HoNk HoNk! :o)
A.N.: I realized I forgot to make Kurloz curse in the last chapter. I'll try to make sure I don't forget again! SoRrY! :o|
Six months pass by in a blink of my eyes. Kurloz has taken to teaching me bout Alternian and Beforian history and culture when we're not out together, or watching movies, or doing other fun things to kill time. And in all this time, I haven't once seen or heard from the Grand Highblood.
I'm currently teaching teaching Kurloz how to roller skate. His friends are with us in this park as well. Latula and Mituna are skateboarding on the ramps, Kankri, Damara, and Porrim are sitting under a tree reading and talking quietly amongst each other, Meulin is refereeing Horuss's and Rufioh's... I don't know exactly what they're doing, but it seems fun enough for them. Meenah is trying to get Aranea to put down her own book as they sit on a park bench a few feet away, and Cronus is across the park, flirting with some ladies... again...
I clap as Kurloz finally gets the hang of it, skating around our little cement area on his own. He gives a small smile, and frowns are he tries to remember how to stop. 'No- Kurloz- wait-!' I think to him hurriedly as he tries to move onto his toes, where the stopper thingy is. He fails, of course, and ends up face-planted in the grass.
'Are you alright?' I ask mentally as I quickly skate over to him. "Kurloz!" I hear Mituna yell in worry from the ramps. I hold a thumbs up to keep the psiioniic calm. I step into the grass carefully and kneel beside him, helping him turn over so he can grimace and wipe his face of the grass and dirt. I snort (it's an air noise, not vocal) and move to release his feet of the skates. "Maybe giving you the singles first was a bad idea." I sign to him as he sits up. "No, it was motherfucking fine. I thoroughly up and motherfucking enjoyed it while it motherfucking lasted." he signs back, to which I throw my head back and laugh silently. I don't think I've laughed as much as I have since getting here than I have ever!
"Highblood!" Kurloz and I both share a small frown before his face becomes impassive and he turns to see five highbloods who's shirts are purple hues that are more blue than indigo. They incline their heads to him respectfully. I put my eyes to the ground, rolling back the equivalent of a few steps. Kurloz makes a subtle reach for me, but I flinch away from the touch. He turns his attention to the highbloods who don't so much as acknowledge that I'm here. "Highblood, we have been sent to give you this." I watch out of my periphial as one of them hands Kurloz a parchment-colored envelope. One leers at me suggestively, and I skate back a few more feet so that I'm beside Meenah and Aranea. "P-Princess!" the one staring at me stammers, kneeling hastily. The other highbloods do so as well, all exclaiming "Princess!" pretty loudly. I hastily take off my skates while Meenah scoffs. "Wave-ever. If you're done giving the Juggalo his invite, then scram." They scramble to leave, but not until after the one that was leering at me gives me one more suggestive look.
"Idiots." Meenah grumbles, Kurloz nodding in agreement before he wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me to him. "Don't motherfuckin' do that again." he speaks in my mind. 'Do what?' I inquire mentally. "Don't up and leave my motherfuckin' side again. You are an equal to one of my motherfuckin' status. If they harm you, I will personally repaint your motherfuckin' walls in their motherfuckin' blood. 'Kay?" I nod sheepishly. Someone's a bit adorabloodthirsty.
"Okay, barf. Sea-riously Makara, just tell the world she's your Matesprit already." It's sarcastic, but I blush nonetheless. I don't know if she thinks we're Matesprits or not, but Kurloz hasn't even mentioned such things. Probably the most couple-y thing we ever do is when he licks stray food from my lips. Yeah, that's pretty... couple-y... Oh gosh...
I pull away gently, signing that I'm going to the restroom and wander off after leaving him in charge of the skates. In the stall, I cover my face with my hands. Could Kurloz and I really be together? He's a Subjugglator- GHB's heir! Isn't he expected to be with a Subjugglette? What if he just wants to be friends? No, he already has Meulin as a Moirail. Is this just how Kurloz acts? He's pretty reserved around everyone save Meulin and I... Why me?
Resisting the urge to cry, I leave the bathroom only to see the highblood who was leering t me earlier waiting outside. He smirks at me and I blink a few times before stepping back into the bathroom, hiding in the first stall and locking it before crawling under each one and locking them and stopping in the third stall of five. 'Why hasn't he come in yet?'
And then the bathroom door opens slowly, and I hear a set of calm footsteps. My heart begins to beat frantically. 'Kurloz? Kurloz, can you hear me? Help! Help me Kurloz!' I cry out in my head. There's no answer.
"Now now, Human. There's no fun in hide-and-seek. Come on out and we'll get you back to 'your friends'." he chuckles. His footsteps slowly get closer, and the adrenaline begins to flow, increase my heart speed. I try with all my might to keep my breathing even. "Why don't we start off with introductions? My name's Alorst. Whats yours?" Heat pricks behind my eyes as they scan for any- any- means of escape. He's an inch or so tall than Horuss, and I can see his oddly shaped horns just barely over the tall stall walls.
He kicks in the first door forcefully. I jump, from my seat on the back of the toilet, and swallow thickly. Tears begin to run down my face. He kicks in the second one and I let out one silent sob. For once, I'm thankful for my silence. 'K-Kurloz...'
The third stall door flies open and Alorst gives a dark smirk. "There you are, beautiful. You know, playing hard-to-get makes me... hot." He proceeds to take off his overcoat and shirt. I look at the convenient wall. 'Kurloz, help! Please help me! Can you hear me?' One of his huge hands wraps around my neck and I instinctively grab his wrist with my own hands. My wide lilac eyes beg him to not do this as his other hand shreds my clothes. Tears flow freely, and I shake my head as best as I can, mouthing, "No!" over and over. My soon-to-be-rapist only laughs darkly as he unbuttons his jeans...
~ Le Skip cuz I have a weak stomach ~
Kurloz didn't come until after everything was said and done. He found me there on the bathroom floor: naked, half-alive, covered in bruises and scratches, and lying in a pool of disgusting genetic material. Half the group is with him. Kankri gasps in horror and runs off, and Cronus offers his jacket to Kurloz before going after his Matesprit. Kurloz gingerly wraps me in the leather that smells faintly of tobacco and the ocean.
"Who the glub who do this?!" demands Meenah angrily. I look up at her, and she flinches when she sees me eyes. She must see the brokenness and resignation in them. I think my reply to Kurloz, who sets his jaw and relays my answer. "Many would, Heiress. That is the motherfuckin' society in which you up and motherfuckin' live. This is what you will motherfuckin' inherit, after all." Meenah's enraged face tells me that she was the only one to hear it. Porrim hurries over with the blanket her, Kankri, and Damara had been laying on earlier. "Kurloz, we need to get her to a hospital." Kurloz nods and picks up little burrito me. I let him do as he pleases, my mind and body numb as a coping mechanism for the trauma. I manage to come out of it long enough to think to him, 'Please don't tell Ceili.' Kurloz nods and continues walking with all our friends gathered around us (save Kankri and Cronus, of course).
At the hospital the doctors tell Kurloz and Meenah that I'm just in a state of shock, and that I should be better in a few days to a week at most. I have a ripped 'nook' opening, as they call it, and a few fractured bones. My bruises will be healed in a few weeks, and they are currently running DNA samples of my assailant. That, and the name I provided for them with a hint of terror. They have a match not five minutes later; Alorst Vichil, a highblood who's lower than Kurloz, but higher than Horuss. He has a reputation for being... 'rough' with lowbloods, as the doctor puts it, saying that they get at least two lowbloods in here a week from him. Meenah looks like she could boil water, and Kurloz's dark, murderous aura is actually comforting.
Porrim takes me home with her, where she, Meulin, and Damara clean me up and make sure I'm comfortable on a pile of soft blankets and squishy pillows. I'm given a cup of hot tea and the girls talk amongst themselves quietly. I don't bother listening to them, preferring to immerse myself into my own thoughts. I can't believe... I'd never imagined that something like this would happen to me... It feels kinda like a dream... the reality hasn't set in yet... What does Kurloz think now? Does he think I'm weak, so now he doesn't want me? He dumps pathetic little me on poor Porrim, who probably has more important things to attend to than looking after a broken, used, and rejected human.
"Francis, are you alright?" Porrim's question pulls me from my thoughts as Meulin gently wipes my face with a kerchief. I was crying? "I'm sorry." I sign shakily to her. "It's okay. No one blames you." Meulin signs back, her face kind and understanding. I shake my head, signing hastily and admittedly sloppily, "No, you should! I'm human! I'm weak! He took advantage of me so easily! I'm nothing! You don't understand-!" Meulin grabs my hands, stopping my crazy, frantic movements. Tears are flowing again, and her warm hands break me. She pulls me to her as I sob silently into her shoulder. She emits a soft purr, Damara and Porrim coming to sit near and purr as well. They soothe me and gradually, my sobs cease into hiccups. I pull away slightly to rub my face.
"Where is Kurloz anyway?" Porrim inquires to Meulin. "Oh! He probably went to go hunt down that Vichil character!" She replies loudly- really loudly. Then she looks down at me. "I bet he's gonna paint your walls for you! It was kinda gross the first time he did that for me, but I bet you'll blush!" I frown, my face scrunching together. "Why would he do that for me? After everything today? Why?" I ask, tears beginning to spill again. "Because he genuinely feels red for you, Francis." Meulin signs with a gentle, kind look. "This has only made him realize that he can't keep beating around the bush with your ridiculous human 'courtship'." she chuckles a bit. "He'll have ask you to be his Matesprit soon, or other highbloods will be after you, whether they know you to be a Subjugglette or no." she explains. I frown a little deeper. "I'm a human. I can't be a Subjugglette." I object, frown still in place. Meulin giggles. "Didn't you hear Highblood? You, in Alternian society, are the same rank as a Subjugglette now. To harm you is to harm one of the Subjugglators, and they won't take too kindly to one of their own being hurt. They're very... I guess I should say tight-knit?" It's a little heart-lightening to see her struggle to sign words she obviously doesn't use very often.
Dolorosa and Kanaya choose this moment to answer. "What happened?" Dolorosa demands. And as if to answer her, there's a knock at the door. Kanaya answers it, and Meenah, Latula, Mituna, and Aranea appear, following Kanaya back into the living room where we are. They immediately join us on the pile of blankets and pillows. For some reason, their silent support makes my heart hurt less, but I really wish Kurloz was here to hold me. Porrim rises, and takes the other two jade bloods into a different room, probably to quietly explain what happened. I appreciate her attempt to not bring it up around me, but it makes me feel more like a problem than a person. But I don't say anything- I only close my eyes, relaxing a bit in Damara's hold, and carefully piece together my heart and soul, welding wrought iron to weld and leather to sew them back together. Kinda depressing, but my fragile self needs something sturdy... like Kurloz's presence...
I swallow, my throat becoming tight, as I fight to keep tears from falling behind my hot, closed eyelids. 'Kurloz...'
"Yes?"
My eyes fly open at the sound of him in my head. Damara cocks her head at me, but I don't answer her questioning look. 'Kurloz? You can hear me now?'
"Yes." he sounds a bit bitter. "On the way to the motherfuckin' hospital, I strengthened our mental motherfuckin' connection. There's nowhere in the motherfuckin' universe you could motherfuckin' be that I can't motherfuckin' hear you now." he explains. "Francis, I'm so motherfuckin' sorry I couldn't motherfuckin' get to you in motherfuckin' time. I... there is no motherfuckin' excuse for me not up and sending a motherfucker with you, or just escorting you my motherfuckin' self. I should have known motherfuckin' better than to think that you, as a human, would be up and safe here on a planet where your very motherfuckin' blood color is despised." He sounds like he's beating himself up. 'No, Kurloz, it's not your fault. I should have been on guard- more aware.' This isn't his fault, and he shouldn't feel bad for something I brought upon myself.
"No, Francis." There's a knock at the door and Porrim goes to answer it. "If you think this is your motherfuckin' fault, than you're motherfuckin' wrong, lil' mama." Porrim returns with Kurloz, who probably doesn't know he has a few flecks of blue-purple blood here and there. He takes Dolorosa's place of cradling me in his arms. "So how'd it go, Kurloz?" Meulin inquires loudly again. Kurloz gives a small smile and a thumbs-up, his other hand petting my hair. It's so much better than the hair-pulling that Alorst gave me. My scalp is still sore, and I'm pretty sure he pulled out at least half of my hair. Is violent sex a part of Alternian genes? If so, then I'm a little afraid of being with Kurloz. He's a Makara, after all; they're suppose to be the most unstable and violent of the troll race. Meulin giggles and claps excitedly. What did he tell her?
"Makara, will the human be staying here, or will she be returning with you?" Dolorosa inquires calmly, the main motherly presence of the room. Kurloz looks at me. "Do you want to motherfuckin' go home, Francis?" he inquires mentally. I think about it. I feel secure with Kurloz here. But there's an unexplainable comfort I get from being around other females. 'Not really... but I'd hate to be a bother to them. Just pick what's easier for everyone, yeah?' I close my eyes, not really wanting to deal with reality anymore. Before I can register anything else, I fall into an uneasy sleep...
A.N.: Yeah, so, I really don't know WHAT I was thinking when I typed this. It's 1:27 here, so I think I'm gonna post this and probably regret it in the morning. :P HoNk!