(Chapter 2.)
With a loud gasp, Merion's eyes shot open, a feral look glazing over the blood red orbs.
"You're awake." Simple as that, Hojo ceased to apply pressure to the boy's neck with the scalpel he held. A small line of blood formed, but then the skin sealed as calmness returned to the Demon's eyes. "I'd like to ask you a few questions."
Sitting up, Merion rubbed his neck gently before turning his head to stare at the black-haired man before him. "Alright."
Red eyes, ability to speak. "First of all, do you have a name?" The scientist slowly walked over to his desk, where he took a seat in his chair. He continued to stare at the one in the cage though, just asking shit questions at the moment to see how well the other could speak.
"My name is Merion Alois Rybald." The boy stated as he curled his legs together and folded his hands in his lap. That was to conceal his nudity as best he could, since he was in the presence of someone he did not know.
"Good." Hojo picked up a notepad from his desk, then a pen and jotted down a few things, mostly the other's name and how they acted so far. "Now, tell me your age."
Merion didn't answer.
"Answer the question." The man at the desk demanded in a raised, harsh voice. Hojo looked up at the boy, brown eyes looming over the rims of his glasses.
"I . I'm not sure that you would believe me." Merion said quietly, as if being shy. Seeing the look in the other's eyes, he turned away, averting his gaze.
Still staring, Hojo seemed to be getting irritated. Standing from where he sat, he plucked up his scalpel and made his way over to the cage. "Merion Alois Rybald. This is very important, so please answer the question. Even if you're self-conscious about your age, I assure you, no one else will know but me." Turning the scalpel gently, the light reflected off of it in what might be considered a threatening way, since the tone of the professor's voice was still harsh sounding.
"I'm sorry," was all that Merion said, still trying to keep from looking at Hojo. It was only a fraction of a second later that a cold metallic object flew by, grazing his cheek. Whimpering, he looked to where the scalpel fell onto the floor, then up at Hojo.
"Tell me your age!" The scientist screamed, he on his last nerve from the events of the day.
"Two-thousand seven-hundred eighty-six." Silence.
Ten minutes must have gone by, Hojo standing there near the cage, staring. He didn't know whether to laugh, shake his head and dismiss the childishness, or believe that it was a Demon.
Hojo, you idiot, there are no such things as Demons. Shaking his head, he turned and went back to his desk, picking up his pen and notepad to continue writing notes. Merion stood up, remembering not that he had no clothing on, watching the black-haired scientist before him. Curiosity shone in those beautiful red eyes of his, wondering why he was in a cage, and why the other was asking him such questions and why . why he was nude.
With another gasp, Merion sat down and folded his arms over his lap, hunched over. Hojo looked up at the caged one, as if wanting to know what the gasp was for. "Well, assuming that you lied about your age, I am going to ask you again. What is your age?"
"I did not lie." Merion stated with a solid amount of stubbornness.
"No one lives that long. How old are you?"
"Two-thousand seven-hundred eighty-six."
"DO NOT LIE!" Hojo stood up as he yelled, slamming his hands on the desk, murder gleaming in his eyes. The look surfaced a whimper from the boy, yet Hojo continued to glare.
"I . I really was not lying." Merion stammered out as he backed away from the other. Hojo wrapped his hands around two bars of the cage, then with ease, he lifted it from the counter it sat upon and hurled it across the room. Merion let out a loud cry as the cage slammed against the wall, then he in turn slammed against the bars of the cage and the wall combined.
Once the cage settled on the floor, and Merion silenced himself, Hojo spoke, coldly.
"You're telling me that you're over two thousand years old, and someone was trying to convince me that you're a Demon. What kind of fool do you people think I am? What kind of game is this?!" He had picked up the scalpel and once again threw it at Merion, hoping that it would imbed itself in the other's face or neck . anything.
Trying to dodge, Merion let out a sob of pain as he felt the sharp object penetrate the skin and muscle of his stomach near the Inguinal ligament. Continuing to cry, the boy looked down at the handle protruding from his hip area. "I-- I'm . s-sorry."
"Bullshit! You're not sorry..! Don't even start with that." He paused, glaring. "If you were truly sorry, you wouldn't even be playing these games with me. You're wasting my time." He turned back to his desk, and picked up his notepad. "Oh, and aren't Demons supposed to be strong and relatively bright?"
With a loud gasp, Merion's eyes shot open, a feral look glazing over the blood red orbs.
"You're awake." Simple as that, Hojo ceased to apply pressure to the boy's neck with the scalpel he held. A small line of blood formed, but then the skin sealed as calmness returned to the Demon's eyes. "I'd like to ask you a few questions."
Sitting up, Merion rubbed his neck gently before turning his head to stare at the black-haired man before him. "Alright."
Red eyes, ability to speak. "First of all, do you have a name?" The scientist slowly walked over to his desk, where he took a seat in his chair. He continued to stare at the one in the cage though, just asking shit questions at the moment to see how well the other could speak.
"My name is Merion Alois Rybald." The boy stated as he curled his legs together and folded his hands in his lap. That was to conceal his nudity as best he could, since he was in the presence of someone he did not know.
"Good." Hojo picked up a notepad from his desk, then a pen and jotted down a few things, mostly the other's name and how they acted so far. "Now, tell me your age."
Merion didn't answer.
"Answer the question." The man at the desk demanded in a raised, harsh voice. Hojo looked up at the boy, brown eyes looming over the rims of his glasses.
"I . I'm not sure that you would believe me." Merion said quietly, as if being shy. Seeing the look in the other's eyes, he turned away, averting his gaze.
Still staring, Hojo seemed to be getting irritated. Standing from where he sat, he plucked up his scalpel and made his way over to the cage. "Merion Alois Rybald. This is very important, so please answer the question. Even if you're self-conscious about your age, I assure you, no one else will know but me." Turning the scalpel gently, the light reflected off of it in what might be considered a threatening way, since the tone of the professor's voice was still harsh sounding.
"I'm sorry," was all that Merion said, still trying to keep from looking at Hojo. It was only a fraction of a second later that a cold metallic object flew by, grazing his cheek. Whimpering, he looked to where the scalpel fell onto the floor, then up at Hojo.
"Tell me your age!" The scientist screamed, he on his last nerve from the events of the day.
"Two-thousand seven-hundred eighty-six." Silence.
Ten minutes must have gone by, Hojo standing there near the cage, staring. He didn't know whether to laugh, shake his head and dismiss the childishness, or believe that it was a Demon.
Hojo, you idiot, there are no such things as Demons. Shaking his head, he turned and went back to his desk, picking up his pen and notepad to continue writing notes. Merion stood up, remembering not that he had no clothing on, watching the black-haired scientist before him. Curiosity shone in those beautiful red eyes of his, wondering why he was in a cage, and why the other was asking him such questions and why . why he was nude.
With another gasp, Merion sat down and folded his arms over his lap, hunched over. Hojo looked up at the caged one, as if wanting to know what the gasp was for. "Well, assuming that you lied about your age, I am going to ask you again. What is your age?"
"I did not lie." Merion stated with a solid amount of stubbornness.
"No one lives that long. How old are you?"
"Two-thousand seven-hundred eighty-six."
"DO NOT LIE!" Hojo stood up as he yelled, slamming his hands on the desk, murder gleaming in his eyes. The look surfaced a whimper from the boy, yet Hojo continued to glare.
"I . I really was not lying." Merion stammered out as he backed away from the other. Hojo wrapped his hands around two bars of the cage, then with ease, he lifted it from the counter it sat upon and hurled it across the room. Merion let out a loud cry as the cage slammed against the wall, then he in turn slammed against the bars of the cage and the wall combined.
Once the cage settled on the floor, and Merion silenced himself, Hojo spoke, coldly.
"You're telling me that you're over two thousand years old, and someone was trying to convince me that you're a Demon. What kind of fool do you people think I am? What kind of game is this?!" He had picked up the scalpel and once again threw it at Merion, hoping that it would imbed itself in the other's face or neck . anything.
Trying to dodge, Merion let out a sob of pain as he felt the sharp object penetrate the skin and muscle of his stomach near the Inguinal ligament. Continuing to cry, the boy looked down at the handle protruding from his hip area. "I-- I'm . s-sorry."
"Bullshit! You're not sorry..! Don't even start with that." He paused, glaring. "If you were truly sorry, you wouldn't even be playing these games with me. You're wasting my time." He turned back to his desk, and picked up his notepad. "Oh, and aren't Demons supposed to be strong and relatively bright?"