~Chapter 3~
Jealousy's POV
I was sitting at the table in Lune's house looking out the window. I was thinking about yesterday, my encounter with Milieu. What was that about? Why did he kiss me? I was so absorbed in my thoughts that I didn't hear Lune come in. He tapped me on the shoulder which startled me.
-"Jealousy, are you ok? You've been very quiet today. Is something wrong?"
I didn't want to tell him what had happened. I was too confused to talk about it with anybody at the moment.
-"I'm fine, I just have too many things in my head right now. I'm going out for air."
I left him standing there, worry in his eyes.
I was walking for about 15 minutes until I found a nearby park that wasn't so crowded, so rare in this season where younger kids are let out of school early. I sat on a bench far from the more crowded area to clear and organize my mind. I suddenly heard a familiar voice in the distance. I looked toward the food part of the park and recognized Fussa. I knew that Rage had to be around somewhere. I spotted him at the same time he saw me. He was standing a little way off the side from where Fussa was standing, unnoticeable unless you were actually looking for him. He walked toward me and sat next to me.
-"Hey Jeals, what's up?"
-"Hi Rage. Not much, just came here to get some fresh air. I got tired of being holed up in the house. Why are you and Fussa here?"
-"Fussa's trying to get people to go to his recording studio. I told him to put up an advertisement in the newspapers and internet, but he said it was better to go up to the people personally and hand out fliers. And you can clearly see how that is working out."
He gave an exasperated sigh as I looked toward Fussa again and saw a few people change paths in order to evade the tall man with an afro. This didn't look like Fussa's lucky day at all, and he knew it. Whenever someone veered toward paths away from him, his face contorted with frustration. Oh, he is definitely Rage's master all right. He finally gave up and started looking for Rage. He spotted us and gave me a half wave while motioning to Rage to go with him. Rage sighed.
-"Well, see ya around then. Fussa's pretty angry it seems. I'll have to sit through another one of his tantrums again. That's a speech I'm not too excited to hear."
He got up and started to walk away, but then he stopped and looked back at me with a serious and, very rare, concerned expression on his face.
-"Are you sure you're ok, Jealousy? I have a feeling that you didn't come here just because you were bored of being inside the house all the time."
Damn his observing nature! How long had he been watching me before I noticed he was there? What was my face like?
-"I'm fine, trust me. Now go with Fussa before he really gets unbearable."
I tried to smile. He didn't buy it. He didn't pressure more, but he did give me a 'you can tell me anything' look. We've been friends for a long time, neither of us really into the desire to destroy everything on our path like our brothers. He discovered a love for music when he became Fussa's page and recording assistant. He even created some songs of his own. He didn't agree with some of Fussa's costumers, but as long as they didn't annoy him, it was fine with him.
He left with that concerned expression still on his face, and waves of anxiety overcame me. He noticed something. I could never hide anything from him, he knew me to well. As well as the fact that I tend to wear my emotions on my face. It's a curse really, to not be able to wear a poker face so easily. Riled up again, I decided that going back to the house was a good idea. I hadn't noticed that it had gotten late, Lune would be worried about me. Well, more than what he already was. I slowly walked towards home thinking in all that had happened between yesterday and today. Will the other evil douji do as Rage and notice any change in my behavior? That worried me, especially with Vice. Unlike with the others, he and I have a pretty good relationship, I've never felt intimidated by him. But he's still our leader and he isn't exactly forgiving. Any sign of weakness and be sure that he'll make you remember what you were made for: fighting. I concentrated on other things, unwilling to think about this any longer. I'd try to find Milieu in private tomorrow to talk to him. With that plan in mind, I quietly got home, trying not to wake up Lune, and went to sleep.
