God of Marriage Saga: Chapter 14
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It wasn't that I expressly enjoyed being bullied, even by an attractive girl with the ability to do so.
... this was just very, deeply repressed baggage. And I was feeling about as violent about getting it resolved, as she was.
Which... strangely made us compatible.
"You're just a lifelong loser like me, aren't ya, kid?" Gavrill grinned, toothily. With her human face, thankfully.
Dogs... and dogs... and dogs... and dogs. I'd grown sick of them early on. Then deadened myself to the envy and the frustration. Our family existed to raise them.
They weren't free, and I wasn't free.
And I wanted to be free.
"So why get yourself tied up with that smarmy, prissy, good-for-nothing bitch, and her bunch of faker wolves?" Gavrill asked.
... They weren't fake. They were just a different aspect of the wolf, from Gavrill.
She positioned herself overtop of me. "Let's make one thing clear. I'm an experiment, kid. Not a freak. I don't take kindly to disrespect from a little shitweasel like you," she said, reaching down and tweaking my nose with her finger.
"Sister, that is enough! Don't you care about his feelings for the girl he loves?!" Fran cried, tearily.
"Not when there's like twelve of them," Gavrill replied, shrugging.
"Maybe I should be helping to sever these connections, Mister Romero!" Fran said angrily. "Starting with this person here!"
"Can you cut the red thread, though, Fran?" I shouted. At least my lungs were still intact.
"There's friggin' medusas of it coming off of you, kid!" Gavrill exclaimed. "How would she even know what to cut?"
Gavrill took note of Fran eying Gavrill's own red threads, and pushed Fran backwards with one hand, by the front of her face.
"Oh no, Shorty. You get back to work. We're here to figure out what makes this kid tick, not to cut him off from the world."
"Could you two be a little gentler?" I asked. "It's not like I have a hole open in my chest or something!"
...
"We really shouldn't be rough-housing over him, sister." Fran added.
"Well then he needs to talk. What about wolves was so important to you?"
...
I could escape out into the cold, serenely moonlit night... and run, and forget myself.
A jolt.
I felt my leg twitch, like a dog getting a rub.
"He's that suggestible, huh?" Gavrill remarked. "Kid, let me explain what we see, right now. Your body is 'molding itself' to all kinds of suggestions."
"It's making it really hard to cut anything!" Fran added. "Your guts were where your heart should've been, and now your legs are like dog legs, and they're kicking up off the table!"
...I could see glimpses of it, but not with my eyes. It was called visualization, but I didn't really understand it, either.
"And it's why you'll need to discontinue this procedure, and come with me." Another voice added.
It was Aerith, again.
_ But an Aerith who was a werewolf. _
...or a werefox. I still didn't fucking know.
"Hello, Fleur."