Musebox: Enter at Your Own Risk: SHARK WEEK

[5dontlie]

Five sat on the edge of her bed, miserable as a wet cat in a monsoon.

It wasn't fair.

It wasn't like she WANTED kids or anything.

None of the others had to deal with this...this...THING.

Words failed her. Five wasn't sure if she wanted to scream or cry or go beat up Tres with her guitar. Or all of the above.

Her cheeks were hot and her stomach was cramped and...and it felt like her insides were being scraped out with a rusted ice cream scoop.

Joy.

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[5dontlie]

She let him take it. Take heed, he was the only one she let remove ANYTHING from her hands other than one.

Five sniffled as she felt her brother's hands on her neck, working tense muscles. If she was a cat, she'd purr. His touch was always so even and it reminded her of One. It was very clear whose student Six was.

She was quiet for a few moments, save for the odd sniffle.

[sixthdeadliest]

"It's all right. Just calm down..."

Yes, Six was definitely One's student.

[5dontlie]

And that...that infinite patience, compounded with the tea and the gentle, reassuring massaging...it just shoved her over the edge and she let out a loud sob.

Five seemed to crumple onto Six, wiry arms were around him in seconds and shoved her wet face into the crook of his chest.

"You're too good to me. I don't deserve it."

[sixthdeadliest]

"Yes, you do," Six assured her, patting her on the back as she entered full-on weepy mode.

As awkward as it was, weepy mode was preferred to irrational rage mode. The latter tended to hurt quite a lot.

[5dontlie]

Five shook her wet face into his chest more, creating more of a maoist smear.

"Ummm-Umm. I'm always fighting with the others! I'm loud and messy and always giving YOU of all people problems."

[sixthdeadliest]

He continued just patting her on the back and letting her continue to get snot all over his clothes. Really, this was an old routine.

"You're not the only one who gets into fights you know. Besides, it's not like they're innocent of starting some of them."

[5dontlie]

"And I'm inconsiderate and selfish. I'm messy and unorganized. And...and...I'm terrible at knitting! I can't do it at all! I'm really confused by it!"

It was true. She was awful.

[sixthdeadliest]

'You can't cook very well either,' Six thought to himself though he wisely kept that to himself. Aloud, he said, "Five, none of us can knit. Not even One can knit."

[5dontlie]

Nope, she can't.

She looks up at Six, eyes red and watery, face swollen.

"H-he can't? Really?"

[sixthdeadliest]

Women who can't cook. Little did he know that he'd run into that quite a bit in the future.

In response to her question, he nodded. "He really can't knit."