My Dad Macaque

Chapter 2: Who are you?

Lavender's POV: 

"Macaque, huh? . . . That's a nice name." I whispered before my eyes fluttered closed. 

~Time skip~

I slowly opened my eyes but was not met with the pouring rain or the cold cement, but a light brown ceiling and a comfy bed. I stayed on my back and looked around. I saw I was in a small Chinese like room with walls the same color as the ceiling. The floor was made of dark wooden planks, and raced halfway up the wall. 

I looked in front of me, seeing a dark red weighted blanket over my body. I looked to the side surprised to see my glasses on a side table. 

I stayed in bed for a couple more minutes but eventually got bored. I slowly and quietly swung my feet over the edge. When my small feet had made contact with the cold floor, a shiver went down my spine. I stood up, dragging the weighted blanket with me and walked towards the door. The door was a little darker than the planks under my feet. 

I looked at the golden doorknob, seeing it looking back at me. It silently begged me to open the door and leave. I complied, slowly lifting my hand from my side to the doorknob. A couple inches before my hand made contact with it, i stopped. 

I hadn't even thought that I was in someone else's house. I tried to think back to what happened before I had fallen asleep. '"Macaque, The. . . Uh, Six Eared Macaque is y'know my full name" "

"Macaque, huh? . . . That's a nice name."' That Macaque guy h-helped me. . .' I thought to myself. '. . . but why?' 

I shook my head, I needed to thank him. I pushed my hand back towards the doorknob but it began to slowly turn. I froze, not moving an inch, my tail shooting up, overflowing with fear. The door began to open away from me, when it was fully opened there stood the Jett Monkey himself or Macaque. 

He looked down and instantly jumped back a foot or so. His fur- Hair- Whatever it is puffing up, his tail straightened, and his golden pupils a thin line. 

After a second or two of us staring each other down, he seemed calmer. "Good Morning Bright Eyes." Macaque said with a comforting smirk on his face. I looked up at him puzzled then pointed at myself, "M-me?" I asked quietly, quieter than a whisper. He nodded, chuckling, with a huge grin, and closed eyes. 

"Would you like something to eat, Lavender?" He asked with a kind smile. His smile almost seemed blinding. How could he be so nice to an Ender Soulbell Demon mix? That's when it hit me. 

I quickly covered the right side of my face and my right ear. I crouched down feeling insecure about my unattractive traits, looking at the floor. 

Macaques POV:

I was smiling at Lavender when suddenly she dropped to the floor in a crouching position. I looked at her, concerned yet confused all the same.

I finally noticed she was trying to cover her so-called Imperfections. "Lavender. . ." I said in a soft, comforting tone. She squeaked, jumping in place, in response. "Please get off the ground?" I said in more of a questioning tone. She shook her head in response.

"Why?"

"I'm hideous. . ."

I sighed, so that's what it was. "Why do you think that?"

"My spots,. . . my ears, m-my tail, my-my horns. I-I mean I'm a Demon for crying out loud."

Suddenly she gasped, she whipped her head to look at me. "Your a Demon too. . . Right?" I nodded. "Sorry. . ." She whispered. ". . .I didn't mean to sound rude." "Its fine."

She slowly got back up and held her hand out. I hesitantly took her hand in mine, she squeezed it lightly. I  looked into her eyes, she clearly had Heterochromia, her right eye purple and the left one black. 

Her purple eye had gave an artistic and unique aura, often very intuitive and deeply interested in spirituality. Most purple colors gave a passionate trait. However, hers was different, it was a dull regal purple. It was lifeless and calm. 

Her black eye had a strong-willed and determined look, unlike the other eye, the color black is known to not be afraid to go after what they want and seek power and prestige. But this one was different too, dull and calm. 

It made me question who she was. Where did she come from? What happened to her?  How did she get here? What is she? 

She noticed my staring and tilted her head. I took a deep sigh and whispered.

"Who are you?"