He winced and grabbed the bridge of his nose, pinching it.
It came as it always does, without warning:
Slowly the pain and hardship around him faded slowly into the smell of patchouli. He saw through her eyes, and saw the shop again. Those rows upon rows of varying textiles in every hue and shade. From floor to ceiling they went, and those mannequins, facelessy yet proudly displayed their fine and brightly embroidered finery in the window that read in gold script: Neputae.
He was excited, the girl!! the rainbows girl!! her family and life was so warm.
with excitement clashing with a feeling of sadness, he eagerly watched this vision.
Xenon was folding linen, and the sound of scissors cutting piqued her interest to look left.
her mother, a subtle beauty of auburn hair beaded in gems of varying splendance. A fine nose was lowered over silk, freshly treated with gold.
"How is the noble dress coming, mother?"
the woman looked up with shocking eyes of ice. It always made xenon blink, her mother's eyes were treasures on their own.
"Well, xexe." she answered, going back to her work.
a moment passed and xenon did not look away.
"..did... did you want any help... father taught me how to cut and-"
"I'm not letting you mess this one up. this is too important." the woman snapped.
he felt xenon's heart crush a bit, and the girl looked away, and went back to folding. Only the sounds of cutting cloth and folding filled the bright room, which suddenly had turned cold.
"you're still mad at me aren't you?" xenon said, her voice cracking and pathetic. shaky hands folded clothes and the sting of tears brought the hot drops of liquid on her hands.
the harsh voice of her mother cut through xenon's heart like those scissors through cloth. with precision.
"I'm only amazed that at your age you would do such a thing. We have raised you better. your father is avoiding you so he won't yell at you, but i'm not that shy. You want to know what we think? we think that- WAIT XENON!"
she had already thrown the clothes to the floor and burst through the front door, the shop bell jingling furiously as she pushed her way through the mass of people, crying loudly. People gave her stares of incredulousness,and mockery.
she didn't care, she hated them all. she hated her mother, she hated her father, she was just so full of hate she could PUKE!
she furiously shoved people aside, the sounds of her sadness replaced with a fury. many people swore at her as she ran, hurting anyone she could in her path, hoping to hurt more, just to let out her sickening anger.
then someone grabbed her hands, kicked the back of her knees, and she landed on the ground painfully. the shock cut through to her spine.
she breathed, and could not get air. the wind had been knocked out of her.
a face loomed over hers. The expression was one of caution, yet calculated. The face looked down at her, and raised a black eyebrow. the eyes were black as night, as were the heavy lashes. A fine nose, almost chisled from stone, as was the face. And the lips. for some reason, the lips made her stare, they were perfect.
the mouth moved, and a soft male voice brought the words.
"I thought the refined and cheerful daughter of Nepu did not succumb to violently rampaging through the streets. Won't her dance teacher weep."
Xenon still couldn't breathe, but she managed to say two words. "who..you?!"
The face smirked and condescended, even tilting that beautiful face on that beautiful neck.
"i would be someone who does not particularily like you, because you are so fake all the time. You always force yourself to smile and be happy with people, and i hate you. But i'm not cold hearted enough to let you keep hurting people when you have finally cracked and gone crazy."
"of course you wouldn't, you prance around with only the cream of the groups, little miss popular." his tone was just so sarcastic and so mocking...
the pain was scary, being winded always was, it felt like you broke something and could never breathe again. But xenon was still mad. She shot out a fist, and somehow the pain faded.
the fist connected with his face, and he dropped, clutching it. she saw blood splatter on the stones of the streets.
she stared, agape. she didn't know why she just hit him.
and those black eyes seethed a glare up to her face, and the hand that clutched it's own face was covered in blood and revealed a sour mouth, one lip curled in anger. And then they were fighting, kicking, punching, grabbing, lots of failed grabbing, then she got a hold of hair and so did he, and they pulled, and fists hit.
"HEY break it up!" an older male voice commanded and they didn't stop. "BREAK IT UP OR I'LL BREAK JAWS!"
they stopped, both still grabbing hair and clothes, huffing. and they broke, to which Xenon yelled in his face.
"I dont even KNOW you and you think you can just JUDGE ME!"
"HEY i was trying to HELP you and you PUNCHED ME IN THE FACE YOU BI-"
people stepped in between them, two guys.
Xenon looked in the eyes of the guy facing her, and she peeked over his shoulder to look into the furious hating eyes of black.
everything was still on edge, and xenon just thought of what her mother would say, even more, what her father would say.
she felt something cold drip down into her heart and settle the hate slowly.
"I'm sorry." she said, and the two males blocking them from each other glanced at one another. was it over? could they go back to their own lives?
"i am. i know you probably hate me even more now but can you let me make it up to you? can i buy you something to eat? maybe a bandage?...that was a joke...sorry..." she said, and hid behind the guy, touching her face. there would be bruises.
"sure." he said over the two good samaritans.
the memory faded into xenon rubbing something on the males lip, and he cursed.
"sorry." she said, pulling back and using the same pad on her own face.
"OW STINGS!" she said, throwing it on the ground in reflex. the male laughed.
she smiled, but it hurt.
"so why were you mad?"
"... well i guess it doesn't matter what you think of me, we kinda beat each other up soo.. hahahaa!" she said, as he laughed with her.
" ehum... heh... well..." she began, and looked down, hugging her knees. "... everyone thinks i'm always so nice, that i'm always happy. but the truth is, i'm just an elf, you know? And i don't fake being happy, i prefer being happy, i love to laugh and hate it when people are so stuck up and sad..." she paused, and he let her continue.
"it's hard, though. There's times where i want to be mad, where i want to be furious or cry. But my parents are so perfect, so successful, it feels like i can't relate to them at all. They're just.. my parents. and sometimes i just try so hard to not make mistakes. Because i feel like i have to be like my parents, because i want to be successful and perfect too."
he remained silent and she felt tears sting her eyes, she looked away.
"but sometimes i do make mistakes, and.... well... i.... it was just so small, but i just was having a bad day and i spilled a bunch of ingredients on myself by accident and it was just ingredients like verdrigris but that's just so expensive and then i just sort of got mad and threw the cloth and it hit the other ingredients and spilled on this dress my mom was working on for a noble-"
she was interrupted by laughter. she furiously glared and had tears in her eyes.
"ITS NOT FUNNY my mom worked for WEEKS on it!"
"ahh hahahaha i know i'm SORRY ahhh haa ha haaaa!"
"what's so funny?!"
"it's just... ahaa haa!!! i can just see you having a conniption fit covered in GUNK and it just makes me LAUGH-"
Xenon was about to open her mouth and then thought about the mental image, and laughed too.
"well, it was pretty messy, i had green and blues all over my hair and face and my teeth were green cause i had opened my mouth to swear- hhahahaaaa!"
"GREEN TEETH oh my goddess-" he fell back into laughter.
it was a short laughter but he looked at her and gave a smile that he could with his split lip. she looked back at him.
"I'm glad you beat me up. I'm not perfect either. I was just as angry with you but i was bottling it up inside, it started to feel like i had a poison in me. I kinda picked on you, but.... i feel better now." he said, and hugged her.
she went stiff and was unsure about it.
"you hug bacccckkkk...." he said, and she snorted, smiled and hugged back. It wasn't weird or romantic. it was thankful.
"thanks dane. i feel better too." she said, and they pulled away.
"it's no problem. so what now? we go back to our lives... but what happens when i want to beat you up again?"
" you could just find me, i'll be running through the streets elbowing people and making donkey noises."
"you know, WAHH uhh huh WAHHH"
the scene faded away, and he tried to grip onto it. It was so much better than what was awaiting him, but it slipped away, little by little. He grabbed for anything he could, she had a home! she had food! she had family! all that awaited him was the putrid, FOUL exodus!!
and it was gone, and he was back to pinching his nose. He blinked furiously, and looked around.
The stink of people. hundreds of them.
he hugged himself and walked forwards, back in march with the mass.