Sequel

So who was in bed with Rel was a bit obvious. But I did still enjoy making it not so clear to Rel. Please note, before people shout foul, that Rel is actually bisexual. He likes women, but he likes males more.

Sidhe dressed up as people, in formal wear. Leathal combination I think. And I would absolutely love to see a picture of the funeral, Sidhe and people all dressed up around a casket. Muan chewing on a rose while everyone else sniffles. Partners could very well update with a new chapter, but it won't be from Mik's view. Of course, you have to wait for that.

About to head to work and I'm glad that the funeral is coming up. I'm going to make it all one post and there is so much going on that I want the time to work on it without distractions. So I somewhat rushed to get this out, yes.

If there's a mistake, let me know and I'll try to fix it.

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Rel’s eyes snapped open, he sat up, forgetting his hang over, and very nearly puked on himself. What a lovely start to the terrible night after. The form sprawled beside him was, yes a female, with long black hair. Essuan had long black hair…

Please be Mari.

He didn’t feel like being killed in strange and inventive ways. Rel leaned down slowly and peered at the side of the face. Mari. Looking very rumpled, it was a good thing the woman didn’t wear makeup because it would be smeared all over her face. And his pillow. And gods knows what else. Rel thought about it a moment and cringed.

Rel happened to look towards the bathroom, and there was Muan, head cocked to the side, curious look on his face. Surface thought of something like “going to do it AGAIN?” and some stumbling thought about getting Rel into bed finally and how much fun that would be. Rel glared at the Sidhe, shook a finger at him and said, “why didn’t you stop us?”

Muan blinked. Once. Twice. Three times, then got up and shuffled off to the arts and crafts cabinet just as the elevator dinged. Oh gods. Oh bad.

Ashun was the first to step off, the young woman had the most curious look on her face. Like she was trying to recall something distantly, but hadn’t quite put her finger on it yet. She looked from the kitchen to the garden area, to the bathroom and didn’t seem to see Rel, and Rel’s horrified look, sitting in the bed, blankets clutched up tight against his chest.

Mari mumbled something and grabbed blindly for the blankets.

Gods be damned, he had woken up in bed with an attractive woman. Any other time, any other place he would be celebrating… and possibly making her breakfast…

“Oh,” Ashun’s violet eyes finally shifted to Rel, “you’ve found a breeder. Souse will be quite happy. He’s been going on and on about breeding you now that Mik’s gone so that he can have his little kitten people pet thing. Paw’s been trying to explain that your children can’t be pets but…” her eyes filled with tears and she took a long, shuddering gasp, “it’s just not the same without Mik.”

“Oh dear gods,” Rel muttered.

“Gods had nothing to do with it,” Mari groaned into the pillow, stretching for a long, long moment before she let out a satisfied little sound and glanced at Rel over her shoulder, “well. I can honestly say, you’re the best and biggest I’ve ever had.”

A flash came back to Rel, painfully throbbing through his head. Of him and Mari discussing, for some damned reason, their sex lives. Right about the middle of the second bottle. Mari had been technically a virgin, impregnated in a doctor’s office. She had bemoaned about never getting to see her children, but what did she expect from the librarians and the fucking sisters? Sisters of who, she wouldn’t explain.

Then Rel had made the mistake of telling Mari she was still young, she had plenty of time to have more children.

Rel groaned, put his head in his hands and tried not to think about how they had stumbled to bed, how many times they had had sex.

Mari slid out of bed beside him, taking a blanket as she went and walked gracefully across the apartment, all the while berating Ashun, “Souse is not allowed to raise any people children, I am not a kitten and I am not a breeder, damn it. Besides.” Mari huffed out, taking advantage of her personal pain to keep herself from grief, “I’m infertile.”

Ashun watched Mari walk into the bathroom before she looked at Rel and cocked her head to the side, “people females are strange.”

“Why does she get no hang over?” Rel cried, wincing at the sound of his own voice, reverberating off of the inside of his head.

Muan shook his head and walked towards the plants, picking a leaf here and a leaf there before making a tea with it all. During that time all Rel could do was hold his head in his hands and pray he wasn’t going to puke. Mari slid out of the bathroom, wearing Rel’s bathrobe, clean, presentable and looking like she had just stepped out of her own personal bathroom.

A mug was pushed into Rel’s hands and a thought prodded his mind, informing him that he had best drink it all down, no matter how badly it tasted. Rel chugged it back, regretting the burn of the tea but thankful for the warning. It was worse than chugging tequila.

It tasted like…

The way he imagined aftershave would taste.

Rel bolted for the bathroom, skidding to a painful stop over the toilet, only to discover that he wasn’t actually going to puke. It just felt like it. Really, really badly. A hand settled on his back gently, mirth was expressed as Muan helped Rel to his feet very gently and then just as gently, lowered him into the bathtub. Rel’s head throbbed with the move, despite how slow it was and he was thankful for the cool ceramic against his backside as Muan plugged the tub and let the water run.

Muan helped Rel wash, then helped him dry. By the time Rel was dry, wrapped in a clean towel and sitting on the edge of the tub, staring at the floor, his head felt better. His stomach felt better. How the hell did a Sidhe know how to help a hangover?

Ashun flounced into the bathroom and set a change of clothing atop the toilet cover before she shook a finger at Rel and said, “Quality, not quantity, Lel,” and left again.

Rel frowned at the words, not quite comprehending it all, but dressed none the less. A white dress shirt and black pants. A white dress shirt and black pants?

Rel looked himself over and walked into the living area, arms slightly away from his sides, “what the hell?”

“She asked,” Mari said defensively.

“No, the clothing, and you shouldn’t be talking to Ashun about sex, the tribe will be unhappy with you if you do,” Rel responded.

Mari showed Rel her cell phone, “funeral’s today, rushing it so that the Aniege have no time to plot anything.” the phone went off, “I’m out of contact for twelve hours and I get a hundred and sixty-seven messages. From my father.”

Rel bit the inside of his mouth to keep from making a comment. He wanted to attend the funeral not… take part in it. As it was he had to show Muan how to dress like a people, had to tie a tie for himself and Muan, which he sucked at, all of his ties came pre-tied. They had to primp and preen and stop every ten minutes because Ashun would burst into tears.

The group moved down to Ashun’s floor once they were done and watched Tuhn try to get Ashun to dress and clean up for the funeral. Apparently the whole tribe was going. The few people they passed in the halls looked like they had been hollowed out, like a light had been extinguished. Like they had been crying since the afternoon before.

Every person in the program, from the cleaning lady who cried while complaining about how he, Mik, had always wanted her to be nice to the evil, hissing creature, to Mari, a carefully blank look on her face, filed onto several buses. Each bus took a different route to chosen cemetery. Each bus had one of the four heads of the program, had an equal number of Sidhe and people.

The Sidhe looked annoyed, angry, some looked like little kids going to grandpa’s funeral, fidgeting in their stiff dress clothing, complaining to their partners about it. Under the surface though, those same Sidhe were a turmoil of emotions. They were only holding themselves together because the partners needed someone to be strong for them.

Rel took Muan’s hand in his own and gave it a squeeze. This was going to be a very difficult, very strange funeral.


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