I really need to stop cranking these out and actually start my homework.
It had been around half an hour since Monika and Ivan had gotten back, twenty-eight minutes since she took a look at a slip that she had left forgotten in Ivan's manual, and twenty-five minutes since she started freaking out and curling into what she likes to call 'The Party Escort Submission Position'. Ivan was just cheerfully watching while eating his food and cradling the flowers he had scared Monika into buying. Of course he knew about what was going to happen, but his childish cruelty decided to forget about telling Monika anything about getting yet another 'unit'. Though it really was quite fun to see her cursing and throwing a tantrum as if she was schizophrenic. Which she wasn't, despite popular belief, because she was actually quite sane. Questionable maybe, but all together mentally healthy.
"POOORRRRQUUUUEEE?" she whined, kicking her legs up and down.
Ivan giggled, obviously enjoying Monika's pain. She had been the one in a million winner of even more free units, the next one was coming in less than three days. The delivery man would have told her this...had she actually seen the delivery man. She was asleep on the couch as she usually was when coming home from school, when her grandmother woke her up saying that she and her aunt would be going out to eat or shop or whatever women did in their free time. She remembered mumbling her response and digging deeper into the stiff cushions of the couch (they didn't used to be stiff, but her other aunt had them re-stuffed and cleaned). When she woke up, she had found the crate.
Monika was now muttering about divine retribution and that maybe she had done something bad to her cousin in a former life, or maybe it was this life seeing that she used to (and still does) pick on her. Chirifu was asleep on his little round bed, as he was used to this having known Monika since birth and vise versa.
"...Ivan..." she finally said, turning her head to the side to gaze at him sitting on the stairs, "Do you know who the next unit is?"
He shook his head and continued eating. Monika groaned in what she liked to call 'despair', but was really just an melodramatic sigh. She had been doing that a lot lately...sighing. Well knowing her grandmother, she probably thought that just ONE protector was not enough and had entered to buy more...that is if she actually knows how to use a computer...Monika hoped it would be a girl, seeing that she really couldn't possibly stand more male testosterone anywhere near her. And she only just started thinking about just where she would keep Ivan. There was no way he'd be sleeping in her and her father's apartment as he was away on business. And then there was to be more units, and then when her father came back and she would be in her own home again...where would the others sleep?
"Russiaaaaa," Monika whined, "Tell me it's going to be okay."
Ivan smiled, "Нет."
x
It had been two days.
Two horrible, horrible days.
Monika was sitting in front of the door, banging her head against it whilst Ivan was looking through one of the many books that she kept in her backpack. He was quite proud to find out that Dostoevsky was one of her favourite writers, and when he did find out, he proceeded to lecture her about all of his famous writers. Which caused Monika's brain to overload with too much information at one time. Ivan then decided to do it more often, as he found that bullying Monika was too much fun to give up. And since Monika had long since given up on trying to keep Ivan away from her stuff, he had pretty much gone through everything. Her sketchbooks, photo albums, school work, and once she caught him attempting to look at her stuff in the computer.
Plus there was the very first night that Ivan had slept on the white couch in the living room; officially stealing Monika's spot, leaving her to sleep on the floor. He kept on shuffling around and getting up to get a glass of milk or juice. It was worse when she came home from school, because Ivan was always restless and eager to go outside into the warm sun (which wasn't really warm seeing that it was winter). Monika would have definitely preferred getting a dog over Ivan, seeing that they were practically the same thing. The strange part is that nobody in the house had seemed to have noticed Ivan. Not even her grandmother, which was weird because Monika had been going outside a lot more than usual...
"BUUUZZZZZZ"
'OH SHIT.' Monika's thought as her "SHIT JUST GOT REAL" alarm went off.
She stopped banging her head against the door and walked into the kitchen to gaze through the window to confirm her hunch, "Yep." she said to noone, "It's the deliveryguy, ohh boy."
Ivan just stared at her and continued to browse through the book in his hands; it was obvious to him that his writers were a hundred times better than America's. He really didn't see why Monika even bothered to read them. Of course Ivan, in all his collected thinking, failed to realise that he had voiced his opinions outloud. But Monika brushed off the fact that he was essentially calling her an idiot and pushed past him to open the door.
Ah, there was the dreaded crate. Oh, and the deliveryman who looked like he hadn't slept in days.
"Sign here." he said, handing Monika the clipboard and a pen that was running out of ink. Monika had once read somewhere that if you're holding a clipboard, people are most likely going to listen to you and obey what you say. Carefully, she turned around and said, "Ivan, quit looking through my stuff."
While Ivan had no idea why Monika had suddenly started to oppose him again, he decided to humour her and droped the Anne Rice book back into her lavender backpack with that creepy smile of his.
'Sweet.' thought Monika as she quickly scribbled her signature on the paper and handed the clipboard back to the man.
"I see you have a doctor's signature." he commented as he looked at the curly lines and what looked like two big 'M's on the dotted line.
Monika shrugs her response, "It changes every time."
The deliveryman nods before asking if she needed any help bringing the box in.
"Nah, I got it." said Monika whilst sneaking a glance at Ivan, who was occupied with petting Chirifu.
x
"Heyyyy, lookie here." Monika said as Ivan looked over her shoulder curiously, "I guess I got lucky...I think..."
"Why?" Ivan askes, missing Monika's anxiety and nervousness.
"What we have in our hands is my second favourite character." she said whilst scratching her ear, "...Though I'm not too sure if that's a good thing or not..."
"Why?"
Monika shrugged, "Because this here 'unit' might prove to be quite the little handful." she pointed to the cover of the manual.
"VASH ZWINGLI: User Guide and Manual "
Oh boy.
I wish I had something to say... ._.