More G/t

Ch.1: Ruined.

My day was ruined, my life was ruined, and I was trapped between the fingers of a huge, asshole human. What makes it worse is I couldn't even run to save my own life.

*sigh*

Where did I go wrong?

Maybe it was the part where he came home 15 minutes early, and I wasn't prepared.

Maybe that's where.

Let's start there.

10 minutes ago~

I ambled around the counter, looking for something to use that could elevate me up to the spice cabinet. I couldn't leave any evidence that I was here, otherwise I'd have to move house.

Me, as a borrower, wasn't supposed to be seen or noticed by a human. That, is what my mother taught me. Humans were ruthless, selfish, and horrific beings that ruled the world. And borrowers should stay far away from them if they can.

Borrowers look for food, humans never know about them. That's the way it's supposed to be.

Then why did I fail?

I strolled into a clear place on the counter where, there was nowhere to hide. But since I had fifteen minutes, I figured it wouldn't hurt to take this path, it was the shortest route to the spice cabinet anyway.

But there was a sound at the door, my entire body froze. My heart immediately began to race, but I couldn't move my muscles. Which made me panic even more, panicking doesn't help any situation in peril.

I turned my head to see him step through the door, with his grey jeans and blue sweatshirt. His black hair covering his right eye, and his white-tipped black shoes. Even from a few feet away, he looked threateningly close, and huge.

He spotted me as he pushed the door shut, his eyes didn't even widen, they just kept their half-open tired state. As, even if it seemed he had been well-rested, his eyes were always half open. It had been that way ever since I moved here.

But through his tired eyed gaze, I could tell he was staring at me as though I was a mouse, attempting to steal his food.

Which I kind of was.

Crap.

I tried with all of my will, to move my limbs. But for some reason, they didn't budge an inch, It was like I was frozen in place. My mind was racing with thoughts of what my mother told me, he was going to kill me, torture me, experiment on me, whatever humans do to creatures smaller then them.

I stared in terror as he stalked over, it was a seemingly quick motion that took  almost no effort. He stopped before the counter, and stared. His gigantic form looming over me. He wore a profoundly confused expression on his face, however. He didn't take any action in capturing or killing me.

He narrowed his eyes, and was in the motion of kneeling down, when my mind found the single command it needed to do right now.

Run.

I bolted in the direction of my outlet door; the one I used to get on the counter, to gather food and supplies.

But before I got a good distance, he basically slapped his hand down in front of me, stopping me from going any further. I nearly ran into it, but I swiftly turned tail and scrambled to run the other direction. Unfortunately he slammed his hand down in my path once again, I was trapped on both ends.

He could do anything now.

He leaned in real close, until his face was two arm lengths away, he eyed my small form with his overbearing eyes. He spoke in a low voice that shook my soul;

"What the hell did I walk in on?" He asked, raising a brow.

And then I screamed.

His eyes actually widened, something I thought impossible. He reeled back, his eyes continuing to stare at me.

I stopped screaming, I was able to hold back a sob, but my eyes still watered. I stared at him, judging his expression and body language to tell what he was going to do next.

He began to chuckle.

He was laughing.

It was the first time I'd heard him laugh, It wasn't even a creepy laugh either, it was a genuine, good, wholehearted laugh.

And an opportunity to escape.

I began to run to my outlet door, pumping my legs as hard as I could, managing to get a good distance before he noticed.

But I was stopped by his hand, again. This time actually touching his hand with my leg. I scooted away quickly, almost missing what he said.

"Ah, no no, ain't no little person getting away from me that easily." He said.

He leaned in again, using his hand to cup around me. "Now, what are you?" He asked.

I couldn't speak, my entire body shook with terror, all I wanted to do was cry, and give up. Being seen by a human meant you had to move house asap. And being captured by one meant you were dead.

That's what I was.

I was dead.

I tried to speak, I really did. But all I could muster was a pathetic whimper.

He didn't seem to notice my fear, as he attempted to pick me up. By using his other hand to pinch the back of my shirt. Then enclosed my body in a fist, pinning my arms to my sides. He stepped away from the counter, staring into my tiny, tear-filled eyes with his half open, yet soul-piercing eyes.

A shiver ran up my spine.

"Guess you don't talk huh?"

I swallowed a rising lump in my throat.

He frowned, finally noticing. "whater'ya scared of me?" He asked.

I miraculously managed to nod.

A moment passed, his pupils showed he was studying my body language. Then he said something I never thought a human would ever say to a borrower, something very unexpected;

"...I'm sorry."

I blinked. It was my turn to be surprised, was he apologizing to me? Was a human actually being... sincere?

"I know fear is a bad thing to experience, and I'm sorry for basically being a..." he put his hand to his chest. "Huge, asshole. Alright? I'm a jerk."

I was taken aback, he was admitting that he was in the wrong... w-was he actually being nice?

"I can tell you're surprised, and I'm sorry for being so grabby..." He said, opening his hand to let me sit on his palm. He gave me a faint smile.

"Do you accept my apology?"