we are shunned.

MIKU _

                Exactly one week had gone by since Lucian had showed up at her doorstep, hoping for somewhere to live. What had made him think that he could just casually saunter into her house, when he’d abandoned her, and everyone else, in their time of need? She had never understood him in the first place- he grew up with nothing, and acted like he had everything. Lucian had what Miku liked to refer to as a ‘selective memory’. He only remembered what he wanted to remember. Painful experiences simply disappeared from his mind, locked up in the depths of his complicated brain.

               Currently, he was in the ‘everything’ room- a rather somber-looking room that had one large table, a few chairs, a mat for sleeping, a dilapidated drawer, and a few other minor accessories. Aside from that, there were only two other rooms in the “house”- a bathroom, and a small room with a tiny sofa and a shelf.

                She sat on a rough starchy cushion, waiting for him to stop pacing back and forth- but he didn’t. A minute passed, and then five more… and he continued to walk back in forth in a monotonous pattern that didn’t seem to end. She wanted nothing more than to yell at him to stop pacing, and that it was annoying and obnoxious, and that she wanted some explanations, but she didn’t. To some people, Miku could pass off as a mute- a genius on the inside, and a really, really, really quiet person on the outside. Sometimes Lucian took advantage of this- doing things that he knew would tick her off.

                A second later, he dramatically stopped pacing. Finally.  “Okay, I think I’ve got a plan for another rebellion-” he was cut off by Miku’s furious shushing.

                “You… idiot! I thought I told you that this house was… you know.” She tried to make the motion for bugged, but ended up doing some crazy alien dance, where she used her fingers as antennas. He laughed, but it was clear that he’d understood what she’d meant.

                “Okay then,” he whispered secretively. “I’ve already asked some other people to come over and discuss plans for the future now that I’m back. Expect some company in like… ten minutes.” Miku rolled her eyes. This was her house, not his. What gave him the right to invite people over?

                Either way, she didn’t bother questioning it- maybe because she didn’t really care, or maybe because she was actually eager to prove the government wrong. Either answer would’ve worked, not that she would have admitted it. Ever.

                Fifteen minutes later, there was only one extra body in the unimpressive household of Miku- Morgan, who had just arrived back from another day at the palace, exhausted, but eager to share her findings. After Miku had informed Morgan that the house was most likely bugged, and they had to write out anything important, Morgan handed Miku the slip of paper that she had stolen from the palace. Morgan smirked as Miku’s eyes grew wider, so much that they were the size of small coins. Lucian, wanting to see what all the excitement was about, snatched the paper from Miku’s hand, causing it to rip in half.

                The loud riiiip sound was like watching somebody get cut in half- painful beyond belief, and it would put you in so much shock that you’d deny that it ever happened two years later. “You-you… YOU IDIOT!” Morgan screamed, looking like she was ready to slap him. If Miku hadn’t quietly taken Morgan by the hands, she probably would’ve. Lucian looked just as angry.

                “Well maybe if you’d just given the paper to me in the first place…” he trailed off, ultimately realizing that it was, in fact, his fault. Shaking their heads, both girls gave him a look of disappointment.