Jester (A Story About Ryodari's Past!)

Childhood (Ryodari's POV)

The night was dark, the wind was cold and brisk. I laid upon the floor, nothing but a old worn out blanket underneath me. This was a normal location for me. When I wasn't with "Master" Orca, I would curl up and hope this was all a dream. 

"Where is my kitty?" I heard a familiar yet creepy voice say. I shivered and slowly pulled my tired body off the muddy floor. "I'm right here." I snapped in a aggressive manor. I was really getting tired of the whole jester thing, there was only so much a person can handle. I Heard the bastard speak again, "Why are you not in your uniform?!" He asked, mimicking a shocked feeling as he said it. I Let out a dreadful sigh and walked past him. "I'm going to put it on now." I mumbled and went to my bedroom. Calling it a bedroom might be a misleading thing to say. It's just an old storage room that the jesters all stay in when orca has driven them loony. 

I pulled on a pair of black tights first. They were tight, so tight that I wished I was born a girl. After I chafed my legs, I pulled on the rest of my jester attire. While putting on the costume I wondered to myself, "how did I get here?" I just had to wonder, how I got to this point. How I ended up being a pitiful lap boy for a heartless psychopath. Psychopath? "Aren't I one of those too?" I wondered out loud to myself. I stood in front of the cracked mirror and took a judgmental stare at myself. I can still remember the first time I heard that word, I was only a kid. 

I started to think about my childhood, and I slowly drifted myself into a vivid daydream. 

---------------------------------------------------------(Ryodari's daydream) 

"Ryodari! Don't touch that!" I heard my mother yell as my hands inched slowly to the glass vase on the kitchen table. My mother sounded upset but there was no emotion behind anything she said or did. No one around me had emotions, not even me sometimes. Before my mom could stop me, I had gave the vase a strong shove off the table, causing it to split and shatter into a thousand little pieces. 

My mother's face twisted back into a doll's expression. "Ryodari...what is wrong with you?" She asked in monotone. Any normal person would have been actually upset. Sometimes I did these things, hoping maybe I could get a real emotion out of someone, but the reaction was always lacking real emotions and feelings. I looked up at my mom, mimicking her same plain expression. 

"he's been like that since the 'accident' mom." My older brother said, as he walked into the kitchen to grab a snack. "It wasn't an accident!" A shouted at him, and all I got in return was a fake sigh. "It must be hard for mom and dad to have to deal with your stunts everyday." He said, and earned himself a growl from me. My father tapped me on the head with a rolled up piece of paper. "If you want to act like an animal, you'll be treated like an animal." He said. I groaned and rubbed my head. After noticing what my father had hit me with, I felt a burst of emotions again. I didn't know what they were but sometimes I liked the suffering they made me feel. "Is that the picture I drew?" I asked my mother, and she nodded quickly. "Why are his pictures on the walls? and why are mine being used as weapons?!" I questioned my mother in my annoyed voice.

My brother answered the question for my parents, "Because mine are delicate works of art, and yours are violent works of terror, stained with red paint." I got up off my chair, and was about to hit him, but my father was faster than me. He caught my hand and bent it back until it became painful. "Ryodari, violence and hatred will get you no where. You're like one of those savage Falana folks." I looked up at him as my brother walked back to his room with a satisfied chuckle. "That's an interesting statement to come from someone that just assaulted me with my own art!" I screamed at him, earning myself an early bedtime. 

While I laid down on my bed I thought about what my father said. I wondered if the people of Falana were actually as great as my father said. A island where everyone has emotions? And they actually get angry? They kill each other? It sounded like heaven to me! I wanted to go to Falana one day and see the horror for myself. 

My mother walked up into my room, that was in the attic. The attic was the "Safest" place for me, or so I was told. I sat up and stared at her, with the same blank expression that everyone gave me. "Alright Ryodari, you can have a bedtime story tonight, pick one." She said, even though she had no interest in reading me a story. I crawled off of my bed and went to the dusty stack of books, my mom was already annoyed because she knew what book I was going for. I returned to the bed with a book about Falana's emotional people. 

After my mom finished tucking me in tightly, she opened the book up and blew some dust off the pages. "Alright Ryodari, only a couple pages." She warned me as I nodded. "Momma, read the part where they torture each other!" I begged her. "Ryodari, you're too young to know what that means." She scolded me, but she didn't really care what I knew about. "I heard it at school momma, I heard that torture is painful and it is done to make people tell secrets!" I sounded overly excited about this topic. 

"And what causes pain Ryodari?" she asked me

"Emotions?" I answered.