Kapitel 55: Rules
Rapidly walking out the room, Emilié saw Aria standing just some couple of steps afar.
Locking eyes with her, he seemed kinda guilty and gave her a wire smile to dissolve his awkward stance.
Emilié kept silent, passed him by and walked down the stairs.
Aria followed behind after giving one glance to Emil's back figure. His own thoughts about Emil veiled in a thick layer.
"H-Hey I did not mean to eavesdrop or so, but..do you really want to take those pills?" Almost down to the ground-floor, Aria couldn't hold back and had to comment.
Emilié and Aria grew up together. He did get to know some bit of her past, like Emilié being a girl, and her taking medicine to block her estrogen.
But, not who she 'really' is or about all the abuse she had to go through.
He only knows a hurt girl that wears boys clothes and has to take medicine.
However, in the care of Sera he build up a strong brotherly bond with her, knowing where to draw a line and not to overreach in her personal matters. Yet he has to address to this one, since it was about her health.
Had he not come to call her, he would never had heard about this issue and went on ignorantly, and maybe risking his bro-sis's life.
Emilié in a nonchalant tone, her voice still laced with a hint of coarseness: "No. I am not going to take them."
"Hmm? But a while ago you said...oh!" sparks jumped in his eyes. "You just said that to upset him!"
"Mmh" Emilié acknowledged with a light humming.
Aria: "Ay~ uncle Emil, what shall I say...then, are you thinking about changing back to girls clothing?"¹
"No. Even when I stop taking the pills, my body needs time to readjust and develop normally.... before that I will have taken care of everything." She said the last part quieter, not clear enough to understand.
"??? What did you say?" Aria asked.
Emilié: "Is the luggage packed? Can we depart now?"
"Oh, Yeah. Everything is done. Aunty Sera and aunt are waiting for us to say good bye and then we can go. We can finally leave this sh!ty hell hole!" Aria grumbled, letting out his years of frustration that he had to incur through Sera's vicious hands.
"Hey brat! What do you mean with sh!ty hell hole?! You don't like it here?" Interjected a cold voice.
In front of him stood Sera with her usual cold facade, her body looking the same as thirteen years² ago, without a speck of aging marks on her skin.
But the outside should not deceive. The inside is aging normal like any other human. Merely through the injections she had to take in the laboratory, could she keep up this state.
"A-Aunty, no, big SIS Sera! No that...t-that is not what I said! This is a good hell hole. I-I mean home, not hell hole, that is insulting! Home it is, home! Mmm, the best home ever, if I could I'd never leave. It is r-really sad that I will not see your beautiful (frozen as f*c*) face everyday, or hear your sweet (acid dripping) voice." Aria became jittery trying to talk himself out, degrading himself in a servile manner, flattering just to accumulate this big torturous ancestor.
What he wasn't doing well...
..
'God d*mn!' He just had to provoke this mad woman before they were about to leave.
To this day he has no idea from where she popped off of. One day Jane came and just introduced Emil and Sera to him, telling him to call them aunty and uncle.
And this aunty is forcing them to call her big sis.
'What AUNTY! What SIS!' (╯‵□′)╯︵┴─┴ 'More like a domineering, controlling, manipulative and commanding queen bit** -ahem- bee, who looks toxic and spews toxicity.'
Real talk now, if one of his thoughts slipped out, he'd be in for trouble bigger than Emil's for sure.
..
Sera's cold face did not crack the slightest, making Aria sweating buckets under his clothes. Ay, his timid self honestly can not fight against her.
He shifts his body to Emilié, silently begging for help, but Emilié herself kept a stiff smile on and now with this mountain seeking earthquake next to her, sending her help signals, she shifted her head to the side, not to have those puppy eyes in her view.
'Sorry little bro, you poked the hornet's nest not me, I'm not going to help you out."
Aria is not the only one knowing what Sera can do. So does he really think she is going to spring in this ice coffin? No thanks!
Aria's face warped into hurt. 'Milié you betray me without a second thought, was all our years of shared hardships and food³ a joke!'
Seeing the divided attitude of these two, Sera sighed shaking her head in disappointment.
"What did I tought you guys, rule Nr. 2, never abandon your comrade, stick together and keep each other's back. Punishment is shared just like triumph is. Does one fall, the other falls with him, disharmonie is the seed of chaos, discipline is the seed of order."
Both faces turned ashen. All the rules are drilled in their hearts, and Sera loves to test if they keep up to them.
If not held, she gives punishment. If kept to it, they will have one more day of peace.
Who would know that she choose this moment to test them again and Emilié had the impression Aria f*cked up like Emil.
Thus acting ignorant to Aria's plea, but excuse her, even when they won't see Sera after today they know her eyes and ears are everywhere.
EVERYWHERE!!!
..
Ten years ago, Jane baked a delicious frozen fruit cake with tantalizing looking gloss and left it on the counter to unfreeze before serving.
Fred prohibited Emilié of eating any food with cold properties due to her throat, however her craving were overwhelming after so long and she couldn't keep her desire in check, thus, when she saw this unprotected goodness so lonely by itself, it titillated her heart to take one bite.
'gulp'
She gulped down the accumulated drool in her mouth. 'Only one bite, one bite. No one will know anyway.'
Thinking it through, she took a fork and let it dive in the cake. The glossy coating took in the fork like a soft cloud, seeping into the bottom.
A big chunk broke and in lightning speed the cake met with her taste buds, merging well in a heavenly combination, -the biscuit base, the varying fresh fruits, the glaze AND the jam in the middle.
Yummy! She never had tasted such a good cake.
One bite became two, and two became three, before she realized what went on, one-third of the cake ended up in her tummy.
She noticed only because her throat started to throb with a light pain, if not, she might have eaten more than half of the cake.
Panicking, she speedily left the kitchen taking the fork with her, she had to destroy the evidence or, or... 'Nooo!'
She hid the fork away, cleaned her face from any crumbs and glaze, checked up her clothes for any stains and for the final touch, devised a watertight explanation who ate the cake -Aria.
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1 This was worded shitty, sry for that. In my definition there is no difference of gender by clothing. I meant here the identity she shows to the outside, if you guys know what I mean, but I realized it too late, to change it.
2 I miscalculated, it's 13 years and not 12, Emilié has to be 18.
3 Aria is a foodie 😋
Tomorrow there will be another update.
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