Wednesday, 2 February 2011
08:19:30 PM (GMT)
This is what happens when there's nothing to do and listening to Yoeko's neko
song. :l SHOOBY DOO BA BA
lol. this is way too long. sorry~
The crisp air of life in the sky began to dim down, the colours painting across as a
gentle orange, the sun setting gingerly behind the tower. Voices were vague but they
began to echo out as though they'd been there since dawn, sounding weary but not
distraught - rather so it was a calm tone that each would use, even the hollers of
children. Twilight town was beginning to slow but fasten all at the same time, but
children would soon be called back to the insides of their homes. So, soon everything
began to fade on out.
It's good to be out of there now.
With quick and light steps, Xilatz trailed down the street with his hands stuffed
into the black, open jacket he wore, brunette hair calmer than usual and his snake
bite piercings purple rather than silver. His black boots, laced up at the
inner-sides with white string, tapped along this road, his tight jeans stuffed into
the boots as soon as the top reached to it. His head was slightly bowed, disregarding
the rest of the world as he took it all in as silence, even if it made him feel
It didn't matter. It was better.
When he had first arrived to the Castle of Oblivion, everything was a bit calm and
elusive, there was no need for anything. Everything was calm, despite the uneasiness
- and this couldn't be stressed enough. But now what? It's like everything got too
warm, and he detested it. It was like everyone fell for the another and it was
annoying. Xaveria stopped spending time with him and with her newly found 'crush' she
spent much with. And now Xilatz - well - he just gave disheartful excuses to stay as
far away from Frixie and Dexion as could be possibly reached. That didn't matter but
he found himself staying away from everyone just to avoid the annoying croons and
stupid words. Oh, no, that was not jealousy. It was no kind of envy. He could care
less, but the love-stricken tended to sound like morons. 'What're you
talking about?' 'Oh! I'm sorry. I was... just rambling on, sorry...' - I.E.
It strained the mind too much. It was nice to get out of there but it was still
avoidance and still he didn't feel at all ease. Soon his lips felt like they could
never part, not even for the most clever of remarks or the sound of a single disgust,
considering his silence was the only virtue he'd come across.
Time ticked by slowly. Xilatz walked about now with a can of pepsi in his hand,
sipping it curiously then figuring out, a few times afterwards, that he actually
liked it despite it seemed to be peculiar in taste to him. He held the can as though
it was as fragile as a tea cup, fingers loose in appearance but truthfully taut on
it. His other hand remained in the pocket of his jacket as he followed along the
pathway and looked up at the vaguely dimming sky. Time is so slow - I have a few
good hours before I can return and everyone will be asleep, therefore not catching
'into anything', he made a sigh, silently wishing everything would return back to
normal and loathing upon it ----
His green eyes went wide for a second and his steps were at a hault. His head turned
to a darker alleyway in which the sound had came silently from. He walked towards it,
curious if he had been correct or not ---
The strange sound had the base of weakness. It made Xilatz frown unknowingly of what
it was but soon he stepped over and slipped through the darkness, finding a small box
near the garbargy, and threw his can into the trash nearby as he knelt down.
His hand extended into the darkness, waiting to be attacked by some ferocious
monster of some sort, but instead his hand touched something soft and brittle-boned.
There was a small hiss from the darkness and the soft texture spiked out a bit, but
he reached his other hand in and grasped this ferocious monster and pulled it
gingerly from the darkness, standing up at the same time. With his hands underneath
the pits, he saw the smallest kitten of the age he'd ever laid his eyes upon. Its
bones were weak and its meows and hisses of disapproval were just the same too. It
was a small brown tabby, white under its belly that reached from the tip of its black
nose to the tip of its tail. It had the fading colour of faint yellow in its eyes,
but it seemed to only be experiencing malnutrition - no injuries from anything
First the poor thing protested, thinking this must've been a terrible thing, but
Xilatz brought the kitten close to his chest and stroked its fur with his arm
underneath its body to hold it, making utmost care to not frighten the poor thing any
further. "Shh," He crooned to the tabby, "Sunteţi sigur cu mine..."
The kitten purred now to his chest, accepting it and its fate.
After running by and grabbing a few cans of soft kitten food, he shoved them into
his pockets and open the portal back to the castle. He zipped up his jacket and stuff
the kitten in there and made it look like he was holding his stomach - uh, with a
lump, as though that wouldn't make any suspicion. The kitten thought it was a game
and clawed a bit at his stomach but he giggled and continued forth down the hallway,
calmly and quietly aside from his slight giggles and writhes of pain for the claws.
This is going good! - he commented in his mind happily.
nevermind... Xilatz turned around to the voice.
"What are you doing?" Dexion stood there at Frixie's door,
with his arms crossed and his eyes judging, lifting a hand only once to brush back
some ginger bangs from his facade.
"...Going to bed," the Romanian answer matter-of-factly, as if his posture was
normal by all means.
"What's that?" He asked, pointing to the boy's stomach, 'pointing out' that he was
holding a lump there, showing it was clear he was hiding something the stirred under
the fabric of his shirt.
Xilatz almost wanted to mock him and say it's m'boner or something like that,
but to avoid having any further conversation with Dexion, who was either going to
Frixie's room or leaving with clothes on, wth?, he decided against it
completely. "Stuff. Goodnight, Dex-Dulce." Simple as that. The nickname caught it off
and it seemed like Dexion hadn't the mind to question it any further and shrug.
Who knows where that ginger was going? Xilatz didn't stay long enough in the hallway
to hear the door open and shut or the fainting of steps, so he still didn't know -
yet that didn't seem to matter - something else was much more important.
He arrived to his room and calmly closed the door but ran to the bed like an excited
little girl. He unzipped his jacket once he was in front of it and leaning over a
bit. His hands reached in and pulled out the confused kitten and set it down on the
bed. It crawled for a moment, looking here and there, curious of the new
surroundings. Xilatz slid onto the bed, on his stomach with his elbows before him and
his chin resting on his palms. The kitten crawled to him, purred, then meowed. A hand
slipped from under his chin and pulled the hem of the jacket up a bit so he could
reached into his pocket. Too much work. He sat up and pulled five cans of kitten food
from his pockets, not wondering how they fitted in there. He set them on the bed and
opened one, the aroma filling the air - one that did not appeal to him - but the
kitten seemed to love the smell and quickly came over and began to eat out of it. It
was so small, he wondered if it still needed to be winged, but it seemed to naturally
know it was to eat this and purred to the taste. But it was trying to take in more
than it could have at a time. Xilatz chuckled softly and kicked off his boots and
slipped off his jacket, then his tight jeans, leaving him just in his black boxer and
black, long-sleeved shirt. He ruffled the back of his head, messing up his hair, then
laid back on the bed sideways. He had almost fallen asleep until the kitten came
over, tummy full, and bit his nose. This awoke him with a startle.
"Ow! Hey! How rude!" He hissed, startling the kitten. Then he realized the poor
thing just wanted to play. He made a soft sigh and sat back up, grabbing a bracelet
from the nightstand beside his grey bed, then laid back down and started to dangle
it. The kitten immediately took in interest and started to smack its small paw at it,
rolling onto its back and doing this strange little jig before stumbling back onto
its four and smacking again, tail waving behind the small body with excitement. He
couldn't help but smile. "Dragut," He commented aloud. "I'm guessing you're a
girl," Xilatz decided and nodded, somehow feeling he knew this to be true. "I shall
name you Melania." A yawn escaped then from his lips and he laid down, continueing to
play until he finally passed out. Melania was confuse for a moment.
But the next morning he awoke, curled up a bit with the bracelet between his
fingers, the empty can of kitten food a foot away, but Melania between his collarbone
and hand, curled up and purring warmly in her sleep. When he stirred, she woke up and
Xilatz couldn't help but smile to her and stroke her fur, letting go of the
It was like all the problems of the world disappeared. His lips parted every day and
he made a witty comeback - but not to anyone else but the kitten, Melania. He could
read her stories and she would lay upon his chest, curled up and purring. The best
part was that her love was unconditional, like a baby's, and it would forever be.
There was no judgement and he didn't worry about making a mistake, so long as he did
not abandon her, she loved her new father/mother. And he loved the kitten back.
Everything else became tolerable then. All the annoyance that would've usually made
him groan was simply not acknolwedged.
One day, he wanted to show Melania to everyone in the organization. He wanted to
hold her up and introduce her to everyone. And he wanted everyone to love her back as
he had done for her. And yet, she was precious and important to the everyday life, he
faltered in fear of the only thing he lived for now to disappear. So she became a
Maybe he'd show her to Xaveria sometime.
But, in the end, Melania was a boy.