The History Of Marron

Chapter 12: Soaked Dress

He tossed another potato chip in his mouth before crunching, his eyes were no longer focused on the television that was playing an action movie, but his sister who was struggling to cook something up in the kitchen. She was so intent in creating a certain dish that she was working on for about an hour now, the other three dishes she tried to make hours earlier didn't come out successfully. All it did was add on to the mess in which they called their kitchen.

A sound similar to an explosion came from the kitchen and he snickered as heard his sister mutter curses under her breath.

'GOD!'

He couldn't hold his snickers any longer even as he tried to save her the embarrassment, but for a quick second he stopped as he heard his sister let out another scream of frustration before he continued on with his laughter.

'That damn scientist couldn't give me an application to know how to cook?!'

Seventeen wiped a tear of laughter away from his eye and stood up from the wooden floor he fell on moments ago.

'Your questioning that mad scientist for not giving you a great cooking ability, doesn't that make you sound dumb? Like seriously why in the world would you need to know how to if you don't have to eat?'

'Shut up and help me clean up this mess.'

'Not till you admit that I'm right.'

'I fucking hate you.'

Seventeen smirked, 'love you to sis.'

'Just help me, remember your still my personal slave.'

Seventeen rolled his eyes and headed for the kitchen 'yea, yea.'

Once he entered the kitchen his eyes were wide in disbelief, he already knew the kitchen would be a mess but he didn't imagine it being this horrible. It was like a volcano erupted each dish she tried to produce.

'What…the fuck Eighteen?'

She sighed and grabbed a paper towel to wipe the sticky dough that inhabited her face. 'Shut up and clean.'

Seventeen shook his head and chuckled, his sister looked like a gooey monster with all the sticky dough covering her body.

'Well, let's get started.' Seventeen muttered in what sounded like a sigh.

It was Eighteen's turn to laugh, while Seventeen raised an eyebrow to indicate his confusion.

'I'm not cleaning up, I'm not in the state to clean up. Besides you think I want to be stuck with this damn sticky dough on my body. I'm going to take a shower, see you in half an hour.' She left the kitchen and headed for the stairs.

'You bitch!' He yelled out.

'You're the one whining like a female dog.'

He closed his eyes and fisted his palms.

Calm down, just calm down.

One good kick to the stomach will make her regret calling you a bitch.

Do you ever give me a damn break?!

I'll try my best during the weekends.

Seventeen shook his head furiously even if it wasn't going to do anything but make him feel dizzy, he let a low growl surpass his lips before kicking one of the fallen pots his sister had dropped a few hours ago.

She walked down the stairs carefully, throughout her pregnancy she stayed cautious and now since she was due any day now she was extra cautious, so cautious that she began to sleep in the living room afraid of going up or down the stairs knowing she might fall. And she knew her brother wouldn't like to carry her up the stairs and she also didn't trust him as he might try to pull a prank that would do more than scare her.

As she removed her feet off the last step her barefoot met the solid wooden ground. She smiled at herself, achieving something she believed was impossible in her state. Holding onto the wall she stood to catch her breath, everything she basically did these days were tiring her physically, something else she believed was impossible since she was a cyborg. But still being human made it possible.

After catching her breath by inhaling and exhaling for a couple of minutes she felt herself regaining the strength she had lost. Her foot began to move silently across the solid brown flooring as she made her way to the kitchen to see how he was doing.

Once she made it to a certain distance she smirked and held in her laughter, his face was so serious while he was scrubbing the remaining of the dough off the counter, he reminded her of someone but she couldn't put her finger on it. Instead of doing some worthless thinking by digging through her long gone memories she began to laugh, which caused Seventeen to jump in fright and hurt his rib on the counter.

'Dammit Eighteen!' He shouted rubbing his hurt ribs.

Eighteen giggled some more before it subsided. 'You know well that your ribs don't hurt. Besides I just wanted to compliment on how great you look in that apron.'

She laughed some more as his face turned beat red, she watched him look at the apron as though he didn't know he was wearing it.

The apron was a light pink color that read: Mommy's cooking is the best

Seventeen grumbled to himself before ripping the apron off his neck and tossing it on the ground, where he jumped on it for a while leaving messy white floured footprints on the once pretty pink apron.

'You're done with your tantrum?'

'Hold up-' he stepped on the apron twice more, 'yeah, I'm done.'

She shook her head but smiled.

As Seventeen finished cleaning the counter he threw away the used paper towels and headed for the sink to wash the filthy pots.

'So…what was your reason on trying to cook now?'

He paused his scrubbing as he heard his sister sigh but continued as she spoke to answer his question. 'I just wanted to try to create a normal dish, so when Marron gets teeth she can eat my cooking.'

Seventeen snickered, 'better yet kill her with your cooking.'

Eighteen grabbed the nearest thing to her which was a clean spatula and threw it at his head.

Seventeen ducked knowing his sister was going to do that, but he wasn't prepared for her to throw a frying pan his way.

He cursed under his breath and touched his head where he swore he felt a little lump forming in the back of his head.

'Can you stop being childish for once and be serious.' Eighteen stated as she crossed her arms together.

Seventeen shrugged and continued to scrub, 'well I was just being truthful, besides that baby isn't even born yet. And it will take some months before she grows teeth, so why don't you just buy some microwavable food for her to eat when she gets her teeth?'

Eighteen sighed, 'I don't want her eating microwavable food throughout her life she'll get sick of it at one point.'

'You're going to spoil that brat.'

Eighteen laughed, 'she's going to have everything I couldn't.'

He laid on the recliner to relax himself for all the torture he was put through today, he was fed up with work. He could barely take care of himself, but for months now he was forced to take care of his sister who was carrying the niece he didn't even want. He grabbed the cold beer from the ground and took a long sip. Life wasn't going to be the same again after his niece was born, something he knew but didn't want to believe. The word freedom would never exist in their household ever again, it would just be a nuisance that can never go away.

He held the beer bottle tightly, almost close enough to crushing it into pieces, but he stopped himself to not get the undeserved attention from his sister.

'You're going to get rid of your little drinking problem when my child is born? Right?'

Even though her statement sounded like a question Seventeen knew better, it was nowhere close to a question of concern but a command.

'Nah, I think I'm going to have to drink a lot more once that brat of yours is born.'

He didn't have to turn his head to see his sister baring her teeth, but he silently chuckled at her actions.

Seventeen placed a hand on the ground to feel for more beer bottles, he didn't find one with liquid in it, but he found a beer can.

He took a sip to anger and annoy his sister. She might be older then him and they both had their fair share in bossing each other around, but he wasn't going to stop his drinking for her measly command or her child. He was his own person while she was her own too.

'I'm not going to spoil that brat; she's going to be exposed to many things when she's hanging with her cool uncle.'

Eighteen stared at her belly and pulled at her fingers, 'somethings are going to have to be kept from her.' Eighteen replied in a low voice.

'Like what? Us being androids?'

Eighteen swallowed the lump in her throat, she began to pull at her fingers with more force. 'Yeah.' Her voice barely audible.

Her answer wasn't the answer Seventeen was looking for, he became rather furious with her. He stood up from the recliner and threw the beer can at Eighteen, not caring if she would give him a death glare that would just about kill him or actually commit the act.

Keeping the secret of them being an android from her daughter was just plain wrong and Eighteen knew it. The secret would lead to many lies and more secrets that could be uncovered in the mere future, but for her daughters' safety she was going to have to deal with the guilt and raise her child into a life of lies.

'Your horrible Eighteen, do you know that?'

Tears managed to form in her blue orbs.

'What the hell I'm I supposed to do Seventeen?!' She yelled as she tried to blink the tears away, but the tears just managed to fall on her face, running down her cheeks.

'Tell the kid the damn TRUTH!' He yelled as he fisted one of his palms and held another beer tightly in his hand, ready to throw it on the nearest wall.

'It easy for you to say, but just think about being in my shoes. How am I supposed to look my daughter in the eye and tell her I murdered over a thousand people?'

Seventeen finally threw the beer bottle he held for some time, his anger getting the best of him. 'BULLSHIT!' His voice ranged in his sisters' ears.

'That's just bullshit and your full of it! This child might be innocent but she won't entirely be born innocent. If you don't want that child hating you for the rest of your life you might as well tell her when the time is right.'

Eighteen stayed silent for a couple of minutes, she stopped pulling her fingers to distract herself from reality.

Wiping the tears away she spoke, 'I just can't Seventeen.'

'Oh yes you fucking can. If you can kill a child without a bit of remorse you can tell that child what you did and do.'

Eighteen took a deep breath and ran a hand through her blonde locks. 'When the time is right.' She repeated her brother's word.

Sighing Seventeen sat back down on the recliner and grabbed the pint of ice cream he was enjoying with his beer from one of the glass tables near him. Picking up the spoon full of the frozen vanilla cream he took a bite.

Minutes of silence felt like hours as the living room stayed in silence. Seventeen eating his ice cream while watching a mute action movie. His sister on the other hand stared at the empty fireplace as she continued to pull on her fingers.

Once Seventeen ate his last scoop of the frozen desert his eyes widen, peering over his sister to see what she was doing he cleared his throat loud enough to catch his sister's attention.

She took her gaze away from the unlit fireplace to look at her brother. 'What?' She questioned.

'Didn't you say when you first found out that you were pregnant that the child was going to fight on our side when she got older?'

As soon as his words sunk in she turned her attention back to the fireless fireplace.

'No,' she muttered, 'and that's my final answer.'

Seventeen shrugged her answer away and knew that later on that his sister would think over, when the time was right.

Seventeen stood up from the chair as he was done relaxing for the day, he began to pick up the beer bottles that littered the floor.

A loud burp sounded from his mouth almost making him drop the collected bottles that laid neatly in his arms. Instead of saying excuse me like he knew his sister wanted him to say he just stayed silent, waiting to hear her angry retort.

'Slob.'

He smiled at the comment he was waiting for, 'snob.'

'Am not.'

Instead of starting the unending are too and are not he decided to change the subject. 'So about the birth of this baby, how is it going to go down, because one I hear you say 'it's coming' I'm out the house.'

He fully caught his sister's attention as she stopped pulling her fingers one by one.

'You.'

Seventeen's eyes widen and the beer bottles fell onto the ground making a loud CRACK! Sound as they hit the ground, breaking into a million pieces.

'Your out of gas if you were depending on me. I'm not going down there. I'm your brother!'

Eighteen bit her lip, 'well there's no hospitals near us since we destroyed most of them, so you have no choice.'

Seventeen shook his head furiously, 'hell to the no! I will carry you around the earth if I have to find a damn hospital.'

Eighteen nodded and smiled, 'I guess we'll go in disguise to find the nearest hospital that isn't reduced into rubble.'

He was glad to be a cyborg, if he was fully human he would've given up a mile ago, but he wasn't some measly human, he was Android #17, the artificial human. The moving of his black boots were loud enough for someone in another city to hear. Ashes and rubble, were everything his black boots stepped on and everything he mostly saw. He was lost, he had to admit that, but he wasn't going to tell the whale he was carrying that. She was going to scream and complain even more till he actually found a hospital, but would continue to complain on how they could've found it earlier if he didn't get lost.

Minutes passed.

He now felt completely defeated, they've been walking for hours, not knowing Japan well without flying made him utterly lost like a child in a grocery store who didn't know where their mother was. All he wanted to do was shoot through the cloudy skies to at least see if he could find a near hospital, but since his sister said to keep a low profile he couldn't fly since regular humans didn't fly.

His arms began to wobble, holding the heavy weight for hours.

''Man your-"

"Don't you dare call me heavy. You picked up cars that weighed a ton with one hand.''

Seventeen groaned, 'well to tell you the truth the car seemed to weigh less.'

His sister growled and he chuckled, knowing at the precious state that she was in meant that she wasn't a threat to anyone.

''You want to strangle me?''

"Shut up."

Seventeen chuckled some more and continued to walk through the abandon town.

Another two hours passed, and the only progress Seventeen made was reaching another destroyed town.

He sat his sister down on a smooth stone rock and ran a hand through his lavender hair. He had the urge to just ditch her, but he knew if his sister was able to give birth and find him, he was dead meat.

"I'm starving." His sister complained, while he just rolled his eyes.

"Well you can't have any food till that baby is born!" He shouted, aggravated as it felt like the thousandth time his sister complained about dying of starvation.

She scowled and he stuck his tongue out at her, she growled at his childish self.

After Seventeen did his stretching he was ready to cover more ground until the dreadful words 'the baby is coming,' would escape his sister's lips.

They only covered half a mile in thirty minutes till he felt something wet in his arms.

His mind acted before his body could, shouting many words in his head.

Oh god! Please don't tell me that's what I think it is!

Why does the world hate me?

I rather have this be pee.

Here comes the moment I was dreading the most.

He was about to dropped his sister on the ground, disgusted at what happened and no longer wanting to hold his sister whose dress was soaked.

'Don't you dare drop me!' She yelled, pain heard in her voice.

Fuck, fuck, fuck! I need to find someone.

Seventeen felt more than frustration.

"Oh god!" His sister yelled.

He placed his sister down and ran for help, but for his sister she thought he was abandoning him, as she began to yell many curses his way.

"I'm getting help!" He finally yelled back.

He ran for five minutes screaming help, he was met with silence.

"Please Help!" He yelled with a hint of frustration.

He heard footsteps shuffling, and his prayers were answered. A woman with blue hair holding a lavender haired toddler in her arms emerged from a half broken building, she smiled at him.

"What's seems to be the problem?"