Aiken
I can't say it very good. It's too bad to say.
Liar liar liar Uragiru! Son found her and my poor Mistress before I did, which is the only little good thing maybe, because Liar-liar would have killed me then if not. But I wanted to die. Uragiru acted so sad so good that everyone believed she was sad; tears in her eyes and hurt in her voice, so that Son believed and I believed that she was unhappy. I thought only about how sad I was, and how best to die, and how very soon I could do it; the surrounding woods looked good to me, a place where I could hide alone and wait for death, and I noticed nothing more than my Mistress's body, cooling and dead and wrong smelling. Liar liar liar bad liar, and no one saw.
I couldn't hear good, so I don't know what was said, only that I think liar liar Uragiru explained to Son Goku that my Mistress was dead of an illness common to Icejin, from which she had long suffered.
I didn't want him to touch my Mistress -- not anyone to touch her -- and I bristled and growled and nearly attacked him and had I done so I couldn't have stopped until I was dead. But though I know him to be terrible, right then he was so harmless and good. And he said not to be sad because it was all very easily fixed, and picking her up so gently, made to lead me back to his home.
Of course it can't be fixed; she's dead, and so I have no reason to be. For an Inujin to live but for her Master or Mistress is unthinkable. For me to even consider having another Mistress is obscene.
"No," I said backing off, and remembering my manners for her credit I force out "No, thank you. I'm just going to..." I trail off, so confused. My brain wants to die and go to sleep, and I can't seem to hold a thought in it. "I'm just going to go somewhere... else and... and die... Yeah, that's what I'm going to do. Thank you. Bye."
Gripping my wrist firmly, so it doesn't hurt but yet so I can't get away, he turns be back toward him and his home. "It's okay," he said again. "Don't worry."
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Colors gray; sounds dull; I smell nothing. I want to lay down. Sleep.
I didn't see where he put her. Wanted to but couldn't pay attention, then I forgot what I wanted.
Sit on the couch. Don't know how I got there. Walk? Carried? Don't know.
Son Goku crouched by my limp ear. Held something in front of my eyes and told me to open them and see. Didn't know they were closed. It's too hard to open them. But after he ask me many times I do.
Tinny orange glass ball, cupped in his hands. Stupid no good little thing. I don't want it. Is that supposed to make things better? He's talking, maybe for a long time but I don't follow it. There's something so so important that Juunangou said, maybe, but I can't... I can't find it. "... Other dragon balls..." I caught, just barely.
Twitch of my ear; eyes raise to follow his lips. "Dragon balls?"
"Yeah," he says. "Just like this one. All we have to do is get all seven together and poof! the Dragon comes out and we wish her back."
I'm nodding, nodding nodding fast. "I know; I know! Him -- the little guy -- told me. But I thought he was just being mean. You'd really let me?"
"I don't need them for anything," he says. "And they aren't really mine, anyway. Then something seems to stick him, and he looks at me, brow furrowed. "Little guy?"
"You know... the little dark guy with the bandanna." I feel a little better -- there's hope, at least. But now I'm itchy to get going and find those balls; I want my Mistress back now. Son shakes his head, so I go on. "You know, he stands like this," and I ball my hands at the sides of my armor like in pockets and slouch, just a little bit. "Also, he hates you. A lot."
"Oh! Juunanagou!" he says, and then frowns again. "He's no good, you know. He's acting harmless right now, and it feels like he needs to be here, but he's no good." He pauses, shakes his head as though to clear it. "Ah well, let's go!" He jumps to his feet and runs out of the room, coming back a second later with a leather pouch.
"Son Goku..." I begin, nervous that if I ask he'll think me ungrateful or that I'm planning something bad and won't let me have them. "Can I go by myself? I don't mean insult!" I add quickly. "Only she's my Mistress, you know? I won't wish for anything I shouldn't; just that she isn't dead anymore." I didn't think of Uragiru. If I had, I wouldn't ever have asked. But the liar liar made herself quiet and invisible so that anyone who looks knows she's there, but no one notices.
Son Goku's terrible, but he's good, too. He let me.
I can't say it very good. It's too bad to say.
Liar liar liar Uragiru! Son found her and my poor Mistress before I did, which is the only little good thing maybe, because Liar-liar would have killed me then if not. But I wanted to die. Uragiru acted so sad so good that everyone believed she was sad; tears in her eyes and hurt in her voice, so that Son believed and I believed that she was unhappy. I thought only about how sad I was, and how best to die, and how very soon I could do it; the surrounding woods looked good to me, a place where I could hide alone and wait for death, and I noticed nothing more than my Mistress's body, cooling and dead and wrong smelling. Liar liar liar bad liar, and no one saw.
I couldn't hear good, so I don't know what was said, only that I think liar liar Uragiru explained to Son Goku that my Mistress was dead of an illness common to Icejin, from which she had long suffered.
I didn't want him to touch my Mistress -- not anyone to touch her -- and I bristled and growled and nearly attacked him and had I done so I couldn't have stopped until I was dead. But though I know him to be terrible, right then he was so harmless and good. And he said not to be sad because it was all very easily fixed, and picking her up so gently, made to lead me back to his home.
Of course it can't be fixed; she's dead, and so I have no reason to be. For an Inujin to live but for her Master or Mistress is unthinkable. For me to even consider having another Mistress is obscene.
"No," I said backing off, and remembering my manners for her credit I force out "No, thank you. I'm just going to..." I trail off, so confused. My brain wants to die and go to sleep, and I can't seem to hold a thought in it. "I'm just going to go somewhere... else and... and die... Yeah, that's what I'm going to do. Thank you. Bye."
Gripping my wrist firmly, so it doesn't hurt but yet so I can't get away, he turns be back toward him and his home. "It's okay," he said again. "Don't worry."
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Colors gray; sounds dull; I smell nothing. I want to lay down. Sleep.
I didn't see where he put her. Wanted to but couldn't pay attention, then I forgot what I wanted.
Sit on the couch. Don't know how I got there. Walk? Carried? Don't know.
Son Goku crouched by my limp ear. Held something in front of my eyes and told me to open them and see. Didn't know they were closed. It's too hard to open them. But after he ask me many times I do.
Tinny orange glass ball, cupped in his hands. Stupid no good little thing. I don't want it. Is that supposed to make things better? He's talking, maybe for a long time but I don't follow it. There's something so so important that Juunangou said, maybe, but I can't... I can't find it. "... Other dragon balls..." I caught, just barely.
Twitch of my ear; eyes raise to follow his lips. "Dragon balls?"
"Yeah," he says. "Just like this one. All we have to do is get all seven together and poof! the Dragon comes out and we wish her back."
I'm nodding, nodding nodding fast. "I know; I know! Him -- the little guy -- told me. But I thought he was just being mean. You'd really let me?"
"I don't need them for anything," he says. "And they aren't really mine, anyway. Then something seems to stick him, and he looks at me, brow furrowed. "Little guy?"
"You know... the little dark guy with the bandanna." I feel a little better -- there's hope, at least. But now I'm itchy to get going and find those balls; I want my Mistress back now. Son shakes his head, so I go on. "You know, he stands like this," and I ball my hands at the sides of my armor like in pockets and slouch, just a little bit. "Also, he hates you. A lot."
"Oh! Juunanagou!" he says, and then frowns again. "He's no good, you know. He's acting harmless right now, and it feels like he needs to be here, but he's no good." He pauses, shakes his head as though to clear it. "Ah well, let's go!" He jumps to his feet and runs out of the room, coming back a second later with a leather pouch.
"Son Goku..." I begin, nervous that if I ask he'll think me ungrateful or that I'm planning something bad and won't let me have them. "Can I go by myself? I don't mean insult!" I add quickly. "Only she's my Mistress, you know? I won't wish for anything I shouldn't; just that she isn't dead anymore." I didn't think of Uragiru. If I had, I wouldn't ever have asked. But the liar liar made herself quiet and invisible so that anyone who looks knows she's there, but no one notices.
Son Goku's terrible, but he's good, too. He let me.