I Get What I Want
He's so ordinary. So boring! How does Sister Saya stand it? He wakes up, he cooks and eats –and humans eat such disgusting things- a breakfast, then he shoots bullets at a bunch of rings until he gets too tired and blahblahblah! No variety, and nothing interesting.
I'm about ready to forget about turning him to hurt Sister. I already have James for boring stuff.
'-girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay a while
And she will
Be loved
And she will
Be loved'
That is different. What is it? It's almost like music- but it can't be music. I make music. Amshal gets me music to sing. This isn't like any music I've ever heard. But whatever it is, it's beautiful. Where is it coming from? The silly red-haired boy is in his room, I can see him from here.
He must be getting ready for his shower.
Where is it coming from? I can't see his lips moving, so it's not him. What are the lyrics? Why does it sound so different? I must know.
He's moving into the other room. I get up from my spot in the tree. If I don't find out where it's coming from I will go mad. Madder. Whatever.
The window opens easily and I get in without a sound. I can hear him in the bathroom, turning on the shower. Where is the music coming from? I listen, but I seems to be everywhere.
Angrily I nearly tear the room apart, but I use self restraint I don't normally need to –why should I? I'm a queen, I deserve everything.- and keep looking. Then I see it. A round box with sound coming from it and wires that lead to speakers in the room.
I smirk in accomplishment at finding where the music comes from, before the music stops.
Some measly human is prattling about numbers and some 'celebrity guest'. I don't care. Where is the music?
The boy is in the room when I turn to look.
"Di-" I grab his shoulders. He made the music box work once, he can do it again. Right?
"Fix it." He looks at me and I drag him to the music box. "Make it play music again." He seems to get it as he messes with a spinning dial.
"…You like rock?" I give him my best condescending look. He doesn't seem to understand- humans are stupid like that, all they do is scream and die- and tries to speak at me again. "Rock 'n' roll? It's a type of music."
Now he's got my attention. Maybe humans are good for something. "Music has types?" I can smell his fear, but he does a passably good attempt at hiding it in his body language.
"Yeah, you've probably only learned or heard opera." The music is back. Not the same music, but different music. It's … bouncier? Happier? Different.
"This type is Pop. The one before was Soft Rock." He shuts up when I glare at him.
'Don't you know that she's
She's some kind of wonderful
She's some kind of wonderful
Yes she is
She's some kind of wonderful
Yeah yeah yeah'
"Are there more?" I whisper, not wanting to drown out the music. The boy nods, and I notice he's dripping wet for the first time since he entered the room.
"Dozens more types and millions of songs, each." I can feel my face stretch as my eyes widened. I knew there were more songs, but not so many! And different types? Dozens?
"Show me." Now he's shaking his head, and he doesn't smell like fear anymore. That's bad, he should be afraid. "I can make you."
He's trying to glare at him. It's kind of cute in an annoying way. "No."
I snarl and reach out to grab him- and realize what he'd noticed while I was distracted by the music. Sister Sayawas home, and she was right there-
I left. I wanted to know more about the music, but Sister Saya was there and I wasn't ready to face her yet. That boy. He defied me!
I felt a smirk coming as I thought of what I wanted to do to him. What I would do to him. And what he would do for me. This game between me and Sister Saya just got more fun.