Third Person
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"Oops," Dione mumbled after he poured the remaining tea on the papers, making sure that the carpet was also soaked in the sweet tea.
Deja vu... Too bad Saccharide wasn't here to burn her tongue...
Raine has her mouth slightly open. The male decided it was not enough to set the female off so, he swept all the papers off the table and made sure he covered the carpet with discarded paper. The smell of the tea and newspaper combined filled the room as Raine's eyes and clenched jaw remained still upon witnessing the mess he made.
It wasn't enough so, he dropped the pot on the carpet. It dropped like a bomb wrapped in a ceramic shell. The pieces were scattered across the room; Some bounced on top of the couch while the little sharp pieces hid underneath.
Deja vu... Too bad Saccharide wasn't here to dance...
"Since you're so bothered with wasting my time, I'll waste yours," He finished his attempt with that last phrase after wringing her chin to look up at him. She didn't react as he expected, she stood up and walked in front of him.
"Why?" She asked and stayed only for a while and finally walked past him to get her cleaning materials.
This was too much of being a martyr — she might as well be beheaded by Russians. Gritting his teeth, Dione pulled her and tossed her on the couch. Raine didn't fight, but her defense mechanism was already programmed to project fear instead of defending herself.
"What do you feel about me right now?!" Dione screamed the question at her.
"What?" Raine questioned back.
Idiocy. It was the only thing he can call it. Dione closed his eyes for a second before asking again, closer and louder to her face, "What did you feel when I poured the tea on the papers and made a mess on your carpet?"
Raine thought for a moment before answering, "I guess —Disappointed?"
"Anger!" Dione corrected.
"Anger?" she asked, raising her eyebrows.
"Are you asking me or telling me?!" He continuously screamed his vocals out.
"I'm telling you! Get off me!" Finally, her voice thundered as she screamed. Raine used her strength to wiggle her way out of the uncomfortable position she was in, "Good!" the boy yelled right next to her ear again, Getting tired of her eardrums ringing, she pushed him successfully on the floor and screamed, "What's gotten into you?!" Raine stood up and looked down on the crazy smiling boy, "Why are you screaming?!"
He did not respond and stood up, walking closer to her, "Why are you being an asshole?!" She furiously asked him while pointing her index finger at her chest.
Not wiping the annoying grin on his face, Dione asked calmly before grabbing her index finger with his large hands, "Then, what do you do with assholes?"
"I don't kn—" she was cut off by the boy pushing her on the couch again.
"You slap them!" He got back to screaming.
"Really?" Raine asked she was still dazed by the male pushing her out of nowhere. If unpredictable is a person, his name will be 'Dione Hayden.'
"Yes! Now slap me!" He commanded and waited for her hand to move.
"That's not right... You did not harm me," Raine whimpered.
Her phrase will no longer attain their means when Dione decided to smash his lips on hers. It did not take 3 seconds long of a minute after Raine clenched her fist to answer back the kiss. It was an intimate smash between his nose and her knuckles. Dione was knocked on the floor after that one blow while Raine rushed to the sink and gargled mouthwash 3 times.
The moment she turned around, she saw a smiling still teen with a bleeding nose, but instead of concern, she death glared at him and distanced herself from the white haired male.
"You punched me!— although, I specifically said slap so, minus for not following the instructions," The boy cheered and whispered the last part, "Congratulations!" — he attempted hugging the female from behind, but her adrenaline was far more cooled and quickly dodged him.
"Don't touch me!" She shouted as sparkly beads of tears formed on the corner of her eyes.
"You're not concerned by my bleeding face!" The male rejoiced again, flailing his hands up in the air, "Congratulations!"
"Stop that!" Raine got back to the living room and returned to cleaning the shredded papers. Sighing, when she saw black ants already feasting on the fibers of her carpets. Raine heard the water splashing in her bathroom near the kitchen. She thought Dione was making another mess, but then the boy came out from there with two buckets of water and a packet of dishwashing soap, "This is more effective. Trust me," he declared before putting the nasty wet papers inside the bucket.
"Trust you?" Raine smiled at him sarcastically, "Ha! Funny..."
"Tell me—" Dione started the talk after he carried another water bucket on her side and scrubbed the carpet with the dish soap, "Do you still have any ounce of anger inside you?"
In disbelief, Raine stopped her work and looked at him, "What do you think?" she started sweetly with the rhetorical question until, she answered her own question, "Of course, yes! A ton!"
"Of course? Yes?" Dion laughed, "Ha! Good redundancy!" Raine just ignored his grammar mocking face.
"You're making my blood boil," she spoke through her teeth as she clenched them until his jaw hurt from keeping them from biting his non-stop babbling tongue.
"Good! Because you need that!" Dione smiled, his voice was back to the normal one, "Sometimes, it takes more than confidence and pride to continue something."
"You've kept your anger long enough," Dione said and scrubbed the missed spot gently "Use that anger for action," He was looking down on the carpet the whole time that he didn't notice Raine staring at his one-time access gentle form.
"Sometimes— Anger is the only thing that fuels me up," he lectured after squeezing the orange sponge clean in the buck where the dead ants floated while the others swam over the side to survive.
"What do you mean? You have your family," Raine finally spoke, following the male inside the bathroom where he spilled the water on the toilet. She waited for the flush to tone down before continuing, "You have siblings waiting for you at home."
"They'll disappear, die, or be sold eventually," he confessed another part of his life. If there was something ironic within this boy, it was his honesty while still tending to keep secrets, "You don't know what's my mother cooking up."
"Wh—"
"You can do nothing about that. Shut it," his voice turned up. And Raine sensed the anger in his voice as he clawed the poor sponge out of the bucket before slamming it on the carpet to scrub the pores out of it.
"She made me a male prostitute," Dione ranted, "What does that make my siblings? Menthos was the only one saved from this life."
Persistently, the white-haired male kept ravishing the same spot for a whole minute before exhaling and inhaling. He faced Raine and sent her his usual smile, "That's my life!"
"Saccharide told me that's how he found you in that bar," Raine said.
"And you didn't ask him, what was he doing in that bar?" He asked.
"I never question Saccharide- well back then," she lightly giggled before finally realizing her mistakes in that toxic relationship.
"Yeah. You're really dumb for letting him hurt you," Dione didn't hold back in making fun of her as he continuously nudged her sides.
She looked down in embarrassment and muttered lowly, "I'm sorry," Flinching, she crawled away from Dione when she felt a mild prick on her arm. She covered the spot and there was a visibly red mark with a crown of saliva, "Ow! What's that for?!" she kicked Dione's thighs mildly while soothing the bite.
"Starting now, Every time you apologize - I'll bite you. Apologizing is for the one at fault and you're not," he said sternly.
It was a lame idea or just a scam to make her tougher, "Biting, really?" she questioned with a lazy tone.
The male's eyes softened before he stopped cleaning, "It was taught to me in conversion therapy that every action associated with pain can make a person avoid this particular action," he explained before looking at her again.
His life was more complicated than she thought. This is why she views her life as a little bit fortunate than the others.
"You underwent conversion therapy?" She held her hand, but he shrugged it off with disgust, "Why would your mother do that to you?"
"In this cruel world, Raine Aksenov-" The moment he called her name, she felt chills. Not just chills, but permanent ambiance on which every inch of her hair stood up for a long time, "There's no family. You're born only to use or be used."
Accompanied by a sad tone, he continued with another reality being fed to her, "Unfortunately for us, we are being used by the dominant," he finished the whole carpet while the girl just sat there and was pacified by his whimsical way of discussing things, "Let's mix it up a little and instead of letting others use you - use yourself and save your boyfriend."
"Thank you..." She smiled and attempted a bear hug from behind while he washes his hands, but she already had taken into account that the male isn't fond of warm contacts.
He turned around and walked past her before suggesting that they get home. The schedule of the bus, stopping at their school loading and unloading was close to its arrival time. If they were lucky, they'll bump into the imposter so, he could shoot him with no one around with the moon and the trees are the only audience. Raine's door luck is something Dione would like to get accustomed to, its sound is scarier than the real thing. After closing her dorm, both of them raced down the stairs. Luckily, this time, they carefully glided and no one was on the verge of falling on her death.
"It's late. I have a night shift at the bar," Dione grunted and turned his wrist to hear a satisfying crack as they neared the end of the hallway towards the exit.
After comparing the time on the gigantic clock along the hallway and Raine's phone, Dione adjusted the time on his phone and retracted his statement, "I'm wrong, my phone is advanced an hour. It's still a little early," he chuckled and piqued the girl's attention, "Now, let's find your Sir Edward and play—"
They both stopped when the girl encountered something on the grassy part of the square. Dione followed blindly and it was a dead pigeon. It was still twitching from the pain in its lower abdomen. Something shiny was inside its intestines. Without hesitation, Dione pulled the bullet before putting it inside the care of his pocket.
The girl was squeamish. If it was easy to empty her stomach, she would have done it.
"So that's where the bullet hit," Dione pulled out his gun again — technically, Walter's gun before examining the bullets inside the slots. Raine acted fast and snatched the gun before carefully containing it on her bag filled with portfolios where it was the least expected place to find firearms. She knew exactly what's bubbling inside his playful mind, he was beginning to become predictable.
But again, they are still learning each other's etymology.
"I'll take this. I don't want Sir Broshe ending up being like this pigeon over here," Raine sent him an innocent smile before embracing her bag tightly in front of her chest. Bending down, she covered the pigeon with a newspaper before burying it in the nearest plant box she could find.
After praying, she sighed and said, "Poor gal."— which furrowed the male's eyebrows together.
"How do you know it's a girl?" He asked.
"Females are smaller than males; their bodies, bills, and legs are weaker, heads smaller and bills shorter, while their necks are generally thicker and shorter," Raine rapped her verse before turning back.
"Nerd," Dione whispered before chuckling.
Surprisingly, the girl's hearing senses improved after being screamed at her face for more than 2 minutes, "Shut up!" Raine shouted back at him.
"Still want to Reincarnate into a pigeon and fly away?" He asked teasingly, a way to start a diversion where he'll try to reach for the gun inside the bag.
Raine smirked and noticed the male's grabby hands, "Bringing up old statements won't bring back your possession over this gun," she let her tongue out and blew a raspberry on his face like a child.
As usual, he was too lazy to attempt so, he just walked beside her until they reached the exit, "After all that speech, I'm being deprived of the excitement," he pouted while it was the girl's turn to mock him like a jester, "You're no fun."
"Came from the guy who thought biting was fun," Raine ranted back with a wink.
The bus arrived and who knows why Raine always snoozes once she was inside of a moving vehicle. And who knows why the people are looking at them weirdly. Maybe, it was because there was dried blood on Dione's white shirt and a little bit left on the bridge of his nose.
But again, who knows?