| Fan Fiction |
by GreenHammock
The butler rolled his eyes exaggeratedly, pushing the plate towards Six in annoyance. “I’ve been directed”- it didn’t matter how many times he said it, Six still wouldn’t eat it. She shook her head vigorously, pushing the plate away from him. “Miss, you must eat”-
“I’m not hungry,” she muttered, pulling herself back into the chair, burying into it.
“You have to eat sometimes, Miss.” The man grabbed on to her arms and brought her forward – she tugged back miserably.
“No!” she snapped, “I’m a robot, aren’t I?! Why should I eat?” The man grunted and pulled her arms back to the plate, roughly splaying opened her hands and attempting to force the fork into her palm. She yanked her arm back, staring up at him defiantly.
“Robot’s still have to eat”- he lied, voice miffed. Six closed her eyes for a moment, before she pushed the plate back again and leaned back against the chair, arms crossing over her chest.
She sniffed, once, before casting her eyes up to the butler and sneering, “Well then why don’t you get me a bolt to much on”- Her head flicked to the side. Six stared ahead, her cheek tingling. Tears brimmed her eyes.
“What the fuck was that?” boomed a voice from the doorway. Six closed her eyes, pulling her knees to her chest and burrowing her face into them. Hero entered the room, eyebrows pulled down deeply, eyes burning. “Huh? What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
The butler stood in alarm, his back ramrod straight, face suddenly polite and formal. “S-sir! I-I, I was just telling her”-
Hero snarled, grabbing the man by his arm and twisting it behind his back. His slammed against the table, remaining there as Hero leaned over him. “What’s this? Lying to me? Don’t think I didn’t see you, you worthless piece of shit – you hit her.” The man’s eyes widened, and he tried his best to shake his head. Hero held it in place, eyes darkening. “What, are you saying you didn’t?” he scoffed. “Fucking bastard – Six, let me see your cheek,” he finished kindly, turning to look at her. But her face remained pressed against her jeans, unmoving, even as he commanded her again to lift her head. “Six? Come on – let me see”- and then he stopped and looked at the butler, and then at Six again. He stepped back, arms raising up into the air as he did. The butler remained stuck in place, mostly from fear. “Alright,” he murmured, “Okay – I get it. You can go.”
The butler seemed to freeze for a moment, as if not fully believing it himself, before he nodded and scampered off. Hero sighed and ran a hand through his hair, frowning as he looked down at Six and the untouched plate of food.
Carefully, he pulled a chair out and sat before her, turning to look around the room. He eyed each and every bound volume novel, before he smiled softly, tugged the chair a little closer to her, and kissed the top of her head. “It’s okay, he’s gone,” he murmured, brushing her hair over her shoulders. “Let me see.”
There was a long silence, enwrapping the two of them painfully, before Six timidly lifted her head up to look at him. There was a tiny flicker of pain that flashed through his eyes as he looked at the bright red handprint on her face, as if he, too, could feel the pain.
He reached out gingerly to touch it, only for her to turn her head away. “Six,” he murmured, disappointment deep in his voice. She didn’t respond – he hadn’t expected her to – and he sighed, grabbing the plate and placing it down in front of her. “Six… eat something.”
Six shook her head, instead turning her head to stare at the wall of books, standing there before her, dignified in their indifference. Hero let out an exaggerated sigh, leaning back in his chair. “Well that’s too bad,” he teased. “Guess I won’t be able to give you your present now…”
Six’s ears perked up. “Present?” she asked. He looked at her for a moment, before he started to laugh.
“Yes, present”- he reached into his pocket, pulling out a brand new, deep red moleskin journal. He turned it over in his hands, looking down at his in mock sadness. “With it’s smooth cover, satin place marker, brilliantly textured paper… I bet it would even crack if I opened it.” As if to tease her further, he opened the book, just an inch, before looking over at her awed expression. She nearly panicked when he went to open it – he smirked to himself; he knew that was her favourite part.
Six stared at the journal with longing – some part of her, deep down, wanted it so badly – wanted to touch it and hold it and feel it so much. She bit onto her bottom lip, turning to look at the plate in distain, and the journal with such wanting.
Quietly, Six picked up her fork and stabbed a piece of lettuce with it, promptly placing it in her mouth and looking at Hero expectantly. He shook his head, his face stingy.
“Oh no you don’t – eat more if you want it.”
Six quickly stabbed another piece of lettuce and ate it too, turning back to him with innocent eyes. Begging him… to just… reach over… and… hand… it… to… her…
Hero cracked. Entirely.
“Fine,” he groaned, handing the journal to her laboriously. He held tightly on to it as she fingered it, not allowing her to take it away – not yet. “But”- he said, raising his finger pointedly at her. “I have a condition! If I give you this, you have to eat all of your supper, okay?” Six nodded without thought, giving the journal a little tug. “Just one moment!” he laughed, smiling widely at her cute antics. “And”- he stressed it out, torturing Six, who just wanted to have it in her hands and feel it and write in it and- “And you have to eat every meal I put before you from now on, okay?” Six looked mildly hesitant, but she nodded without much thought. “Great,” he murmured, leaning forward to kiss her forehead as she finally released the journal. “Good girl.”
But Six paid him no mind, basking in the feeling of the brand new journal, running her fingers over the cover, down the spine… A sudden nostalgia built up inside her as she held the journal, and without really knowing what she was doing, she slowly cracked the book opened, reveling in the sound of the spine breaking.
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