Get Out!
Such a pretty sight, made the town of Hearth in its spring glory. The flowers had not just blossomed, but most of them still seemed perfect, but for the flowers near a doorway which were mostly trampled by busy feet. Pretty it was.
From a distance.
"I don't have to take this! I won't take this! If I ever see either of you again it will be too soon! Get the hell out of my house! Get out! OUT!"
Those last words were practically a shriek from the Egyptian. No one had ever heard him say so much, or so loudly, so no one recognized who it was who had said it. Not even Heracles and Sadiq, who were looking right at Gupta, could really recognize it as what he was saying. It was probably too much for their brains to handle at the moment. Especially as Gupta dropped his bags, came in and pushed Sadiq towards the door. Then he turned and grabbed Heracles by the wrist and yanked him in the same direction.
"Out!"
Neither Sadiq or Heracles fought against the forced movements. After Gupta's screaming, neither of them seemed able to come up with much to say or do. They were still in shock and afraid of making any move that would worsen the situation, even though both seemed aware there was no such thing to be done.
"Get! Out!"
Shock could also describe the crowd that had showed up outside to watch Gupta forcefully evict his house guests from his home, suitcases and clothes thrown out after them.
"To hell with the both of you!"
Finally, the door (which had always been held so wide open to the both of them) was slammed in their faces.
Gilbert's "vhat de hell?" was an understatement.
Marcus' "what happened?" was an appropriate question.
The first one of the two to regain himself was Heracles. After simply blinking at the house, he took a step toward the house. Which seemed to snap Sadiq out of it.
"What are ya doin', idiot!" Sadiq exclaimed, though softly, as he grabbed Heracles by the shoulder. Heracles could not bring himself to do more than glare at him. "This... this ain't somethin' an apology can fix, oğlu."
Heracles had known that. He knew it and therefore did not know what he should do. He wanted to make things better. They had been arguing, yes. He had tripped. Sadiq had nothing to do with it. He had simply tripped. There had to be something he could do.
Sadiq knew better. After all, he knew Nefertiti Hassan well, and she had been much like her son when she was younger. It might have waited until all of the stops were pulled out, but when she became angry there was hell to pay for days on end.
"...then what?" Heracles asked, waiting for an answer that would never come. Sadiq let go of him and had begun gathering his things. Heracles could care less for all of his belongings which were strewn over the ground. He just wanted to go back in. He wanted to fix what had happened, he needed to do these things.
"Heracles."
He turned around to see Kiku.
"Allow Gupta some time." With that said, his friend began picking up his belongings and placing them into his suitcase. Eventually, Heracles joined him. The crowd started to dissipate, though whether it was from current disinterest, the knowledge that they would learn nothing now, or respect for the moment was up to each individual.
Sadiq wandered off with his luggage.
Heracles went with Kiku to take up a silent offer of a place to sleep.
Gupta found that he was still angry after all of this was said and done. He was still angry when he returned to the pieces of his mother's vase. He was still angry when he knelt down to it. He waited for the tears to come, the tears he had been expected to come out at any moment. But they were not there. He still just felt angry.
He screamed and curled up on the floor.
Notes:
Yes, I parodied the beginning of my chapter fifty two from Comedy of Errors for a depressing moment. I am a jerk.
I am also a jerk for listening to 'So Yesterday' by Hilary Duff while writing this. Damn, the things I listen to.
