Anguirus was really tired. Her head hurt as she buried it into the hard pillow, desperately trying to go back to sleep until the pain subsided. Anguirus rested for a moment, enjoying the soothing fingers that were caressing her long hair.
Wait, What?
Anguirus popped her eyes open and sat up quickly, looking around.
Moriarty raised his eyebrows at her, "Good morning!"
She was on the couch and her head had been resting in the insane man's lap. Anguirus looked over at him and saw that he was no longer in his suit, but in a white t-shirt and plaid pajama pants while drinking some alcoholic beverage. It was a rather strange sight.
Moriarty motioned towards the television with his glass, "It seems Sherlock's doctor is not used to comforting a worried mother."
Anguirus looked at the television. Dr. John Watson was holding his hands up to his face as an angry Harper Maegan slapped him over and over again with her purse. Moriarty reached for a remote and clicked a button, allowing there to be sound.
"Where is my daughter?! Tell me now!"
Jacob was over by the entrance of the apartment, his arms holding a scared Charlene who twitched each time the bag made contact with John's body.
"Miss, please, we're looking for her! We'll find her soon, I promise! Just- Please stop hitting me!"
Harper huffed and crossed her arms, "I know Mr. Holmes knows something. It has to do with those-those eye balls, doesn't it?!"
Moriarty chuckled.
"Jacob..." Charlene's timid voice sounded through the speakers.
Anguirus stood up quickly and walked up to the television, staring intently at the pixelated girl.
"I miss her." She shakily whispered, small tears trailing down her face.
Anguirus stepped back. It felt like someone had just stabbed her in the heart with a frozen dagger.
"Me too." Jacob squeezed the girl.
Anguirus' breath hitched and she turned away from the screen. She walked behind the couch and started pacing, unwelcome feelings running through her body.
"Sheesh, how sentimental." Moriarty downed the rest of his drink and Anguirus walked up to him from behind behind the couch.
She snatched the remote out of his hand and stood back, chucking it as hard as she could at the television. It's screen shattered and a few sparks spit out as it died. Anguirus walked out of the room and into Moriarty's bedroom, heading straight into his closet.
It was odd, since she was still in the dress, but she didn't care. Taking off her dog tags and holding them in her shaking hands, Anguirus curled into a tight ball and stuffed her head into her knees, trying to control her breathing.
Moriarty looked at the mess that his pet just caused.
"Wowee." He whistled.
This girl required more maintenance than he had originally thought. At first, Moriarty assumed it would be fantastic to have a live-in ordinary who couldn't speak. She wouldn't be able to ask questions or ask strangers for help. But then, she became very interesting. Moriarty had sent people to find out everything they could about her, but nothing came back except for her birth information. She was born in Arizona to two parents who were murdered. Anguirus would've been five at the time. It was funny. The records about the murders never mentioned anything about a little orphan. Moriarty figured that somewhere around that timeline, Anguirus had somehow became property of the US Military. He wasn't sure how, so he had contacted General William Shipley for a little insight. And that was going horribly. Moriarty stood up and walked towards his bedroom.
That little monster was addicting.
The closet door opened and Anguirus looked up at Moriarty with a blank face. Her panic had subsided and she had been staring into the blackness around her mindlessly. There was always a calm in her after an anxiety attack. Moriarty crouched down and Anguirus followed him with her eyes. They stared at each other for a bit before Moriarty opened his mouth.
"If you keep wrecking my things, I'm going to have to wring your neck."
He stood and shut the closet door, entrapping Anguirus once again in darkness. She heard the click of the light switch and the fumbling of Moriarty's blanket a few moments later. It was surprising to Anguirus that he hadn't kicked her out, but everything with Moriarty was confusing. She shamed herself for revealing any type of weakness earlier. Anguirus let out a silent sigh and went to get up when she noticed something.
Moriarty's room had flawless wood flooring, but inside the closet was different. There were little blemishes in all of the wood panels, but one was a bit larger than the rest. Anguirus put her hand on it and realized that it was to make room for a hand to scoop underneath the boards. Anguirus quietly stood up and placed herself on the other side of the closet, putting her hand under the floor boards and gently lifting up. Praying that it wouldn't squeak, Anguirus stuck her foot down into the small dark hole and felt around. Her foot gently ran into a ladder. Placing her feet on the rungs, Anguirus started climbing down, closing the hatch behind her. She reach the floor and turned around, seeing nothing but darkness. She struck her hand out and ran it along the wall until she ran into a box with a switch. Turning on the light, she looked around.
Anguirus was currently standing in a white tiled hallway. There were four doors that lead into a large room that had multiple computer screens, all were black at the moment. Anguirus peeked into the window to the door immediately to the left of her and squinted. There seemed to be rows of shelves holding only God knows what. She walked to the other doors and observed them. One had a lab in it, another file cabinets, and the last seemed to be a gym.
Walking in, Anguirus turned on the light. There were weights and treadmills, jump ropes and dumb bells, but Anguirus wasn't interested in that. She was interested in the punching bag that was calling her name. Anguirus walked up to it and pushed it a bit. It was a rather heavy one. Anguirus decided that if she didn't punch something, then it was more than likely Moriarty's nose that would pay the price. Anguirus walked over to a table and put some tape on to her fingers and hands. She looked down at her dress and sighed, annoyed. Anguirus pulled the dress off so she was standing in Moriarty's black bra and panties. Walking over to the punching bag, she punched it once to get a feel of it before going all out on it. Punching and kicking continuously until she felt like she needed to take a breath. Anguirus stepped back and breathed in deeply.
"Wow, I didn't even know a tiny girl like you could push that thing."
Anguirus stiffened and looked at the person standing in the doorway.
"Why don't you try fighting a man?"
Anguirus resisted the eye-roll as she watched Moran walk over to a mat in the middle of the floor. He took off his jacket and motioned for her to come forward. Anguirus did what she was told and stood in front of Moran, waiting. He positioned himself into a stance and Anguirus followed suit, waiting for his attack. Deciding that waiting was boring, Anguirus thrust her fist out and punch Moran straight in the nose. He stepped back for a moment in surprise and Anguirus thrust her other fist out, hitting him in the face again. Moran seemed to realize that she wasn't kidding and attempted an attack of his own. Anguirus had warmed up, so she was expecting it. What she wasn't expecting, was his other fist that shot out after the other one, hitting her bare stomach as she dodged the other fist. She was very angry. She always had gotten angry if she allowed herself to be hit in a fight.
Moran moved forward aiming to hit her again, but she ducked outside of his arm and punched him across the cheek. As his face was turned from the impact, Anguirus thrusted her knee up while twisting and hit him in his diaphragm. Moran bent over for a moment and Anguirus took this chance to grab the back of his head, pushing it roughly into her incoming knee. A crack resounded the gym and Moran fell to his knees. Anguirus swung behind his crouching frame and put her hand under his chin, the other on the top of his head. Anguirus was ready to lift and twist, essentially killing Moran when a voice spoke up.
"Anguirus, I'd rather you not kill my henchmen. They're very hard to replace." Moriarty was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. It seems he had been there for a while. Anguirus stayed there for a moment, debating on whether to listen to him or not.
"Anguirus..." He sounded more serious.
Anguirus let go of Moran and he fell forward on his hands and knees, coughing. Anguirus kicked his side, making him roll over in pain. She got on top of him and punched him hard twice in the face, knocking him out.
Anguirus breathed a sigh and stood up, taking the tape off of her hands, ignoring Moriarty completely as she walked over to the table and put her sweaty tape down. She heard Moriarty walk over to her and stop behind her. Anguirus tensed as he swept all of her hair off of her shoulder and over the other. He trailed his hands down both of her arms and he planted kisses over the scars on her shoulder. Fighting back a shiver, Anguirus remembered what had happened the last time he had kissed her.
Moriarty's lips made contact with the base of Anguirus' neck and she jerked her elbow back, hitting him in the stomach. Moriarty let out an 'oof' and stepped back. Anguirus left him there with a passed out Moran and a discarded dress.
Moriarty straightened up as he watched Anguirus walk out of the gym. Turning around, he looked at Moran. What good is he if he can't fight off a simple 115 pound person? Moriarty walked over to the passed out man and squatted next to him. His nose was broken and he more than likely had a few very loose teeth. Moriarty stood up and walked out of the gym. Moriarty always does what he wants, how he wants, when he wants. But, every time he sees Anguirus, he wants to do very man-like things to her. With her. Moriarty scowled, not liking how it was turning out. Maybe he'd get rid of her.
After he used her, of course. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Anguirus stayed in bed after six o'clock. She was awake, but she never moved. She was thinking about something that she didn't really want to think about, but the thoughts wouldn't leave her mind. The center of the thoughts being: Is she normal?
Of course she wasn't normal due to her past, but other women in the Marines seemed to be different. They were... social. They spoke about their significant others and their families. Anguirus would join in, of course, but it got a little awkward when they spoke about... passionate things. Like sex. Anguirus has never had sex before. Anguirus has never even seen anyone naked before. That's why every time Moriarty kissed her she never really cared for it. Never really reacted to it. Anguirus did not understand because it was never shown to her properly. There was a man once who had feelings toward her. She was more than certain that she had feelings for him also, but he had only ever kissed her. Not Moriarty kisses, just little ones.
The only reason Anguirus even started thinking about this was because she had a certain dream last night after she came up from fighting Moran. It involved her... and Moriarty... doing passionate things. It was very awkward and it made Anguirus think. Was she supposed to feel that passion? Was she supposed to be aroused? Anguirus was aroused in the dream, but she never became aroused when she watched movies with similar things going on.
Anguirus sat up. Maybe it was because she was never exposed to pop culture. She was never told that kissing was an intimate thing. She was never informed that touching another person in that way was both glorified and shameful. It was also probably why she didn't feel embarrassed when she walked around in front of two men last night in her underwear. So, Anguirus has thought nothing of it until that dream.
Anguirus stood up and opened the door to her room. Looking left and right, seeing that it was clear of Moriarty, she walked into the bathroom. Looking into the mirror, Anguirus' eyebrows jutted up. It seems that her hair has been dyed. She thought back to when she was forcefully injected yesterday and concluded that Moriarty had done it while she was medically induced. Anguirus noticed that the mirror was actually a medicine cabinet and she opened it. There were two tooth brushes on the bottom shelf, one blue and one pink, along side some toothpaste. Anguiurs' lip twitched up into a scowl. Looking at the next shelf, Anguirus had found two boxes. One with pads and one with tampons.
Well, at least he thought of everything.
Anguirus grabbed the pink toothbrush and squirted some toothpaste on it and scrubbing her teeth clean. As she was brushing, she looked at her exposed stomach in the mirror. There was a large bruise on the right side, directly above the scar where she had her appendix removed when she was thirteen. Rinsing off the toothbrush, Anguirus decided she needed to shower, and in doing so she remembered the lime scented shampoo, causing her to get excited about the fruit that she had taken from the restaurant. Rinsing out her hair, Anguirus stepped out and dried herself with the towel that seems to always be there. Anguirus looked down at the toilet seat and again saw new clothes waiting for her.
It was extremely frustrating. He could be a normal human and put them into the room that she had dubbed 'hers'. Anguirus scoffed, Moriarty? Normal? Never.
She picked up the clean undergarments and put them on. Moriarty had given her a black v-neck with jeans and a belt. They were all men's clothing, so she guessed Moriarty was forcing her to wear his own wardrobe. Nevertheless, Anguirus put them on and waded into the living room, ignoring Moriarty who sat in front of a new television and an awkward feeling settled in the pit of her stomach. She opened up the drawers in the kitchen until she found a knife. Taking it out, she waltzed over to the fridge and threw it open. There, sitting on the bottom shelf of the cooling appliance...
Was her bag of fruits.
Anguirus dug in and found a lemon, pulling it out and stabbing it, licking up the juices. She ate her lemon in silence, surprised that Moriarty hasn't said an annoying word to her yet. Anguirus glanced up at him and saw that he was actually snoozing, his head propped up on his fist. The television wasn't actually on.
Anguirus finished her lemon and walked over to the couch, sitting down at the opposite end. She picked up the remote that turned on the television, and the one that turned it to actual television and not a view into Sherlock's apartment. The show 'Bad Education' was on and Anguirus turned on the captioning as to not awaken the mad man beside her. She started to cut out chunks of an apple with the knife and eating them so the huge crunching of eating it normally wouldn't threaten Moriarty's sleep.
One would think that this was very kind of her, but on the contrary. Anguirus just didn't want to speak with him.
"I wouldn't have to sleep if you didn't go around beating up my man in the wee hours of the night."
Anguirus jumped and her knife slipped, cutting the inside of her thumb. Scowling, she covered the wound with her mouth and sucked on it as she continued to watch the television. The couch shifted as Moriarty moved closer to Anguirus. He gently pulled her hand out of her mouth and looked at her in the eyes as he placed it into his. Moriarty sucked on it a few seconds before taking it out.
Still holding her hand in his own, he spoke, "You have two choices. One, you could train Moran on how to be a better bodyguard or," He glanced down at her lips briefly, "You could take his place as my own, personal, protector." Moriarty leaned closer at each pause and stopped right before he touched his lips to hers.
"And if you never talk to me, I'm going to have to pick for you." He stood up and trudged to his room, "You have the rest of the day to think about it!" And his door slammed shut.
Anguirus frowned at her gyrating pulse. Just because she had one silly dream her body has to go against all of her plans? Anguirus was more than certain that Moriarty felt it through her hand.
Mentally cursing, she got up to throw her apple in the trash and the knife in the sink. Anguirus hopped up on the kitchen counter and swung her feet into the cabinets below, making very loud noises. Part of her own personal plan and not the one she devised with Sherlock, was that she wouldn't talk to him. For now. But, Anguirus figured that 'for now' had to be ended sooner or later.
Apparently sooner.