Date: 3/10/2011
Six months, fourteen days, and three years till 'endgame'
The night sky was finally beginning to overtake the sun for the next twelve or so for their eternal struggle of power. No one could care how intense their battles were, but it's a long one, and it certainly won't be ending anytime soon.
The living room was dark. The only light being that of the television screen, the only form of life being Sonata, who was sinking inside the leather couch, holding a dark blue smoothie. She was flipping through channels, hoping that by some miracle something good will be on. Eventual after flipping through the entire roster of channels, she decided to input a random set of numbers and hope for the best.
...
321
'Okay...? What am I looking at?'
Sonata stared at the TV screen, unsure if she should burst out laughing, or cower in fear at the contents of the screen. She was about to switch it again when the the door to the house opened, and in walked a new siren, Aria had stepped inside now, and her current attire was definitely... different from what she usually wore.
She was wearing a thin purple sweater with a green overcoat. Her hair was still in the normal twin pigtails. But actually looked well taken care of, instead of just being a natural mess.
She sat beside Sonata on the couch,sinking in slightly, watching the TV screen.
"What're you watching?" she asked.
"Tiny Indians..." Sonata answered.
"So... tiny."
"Yup..."
...
The sounds of the TV continued to blare as Sonata offered her candy flavored drink to Aria, who refused upon hearing it was sweet.
"Seriously why do you hate candy? Candy's delicious!" Sonata said.
"I hate that sweet crap, now sour stuff, I love that!" Aria answered.
"I can't stand sour! It makes my tongue feel sad."
...
After that was over with, silence once again became the dominant force in the room. It wasn't awkward, it was more, you're trying to think of what topic to discuss. When you've lived with the same person for over two thousand years, it gets a little hard to find such topics.
"So... how was the date?" Sonata asked from seemingly nowhere.
"Huh-wha?!" Aria blurted.
Sonata took a sip of her drink before turning back to her sister. "It was Wolfy, wasn't it?"
"Wait! How did you know?"
"Aria... I may be an idiot, but I'm not stupid," Sonata answered with a knowing smile.
That really left more questions than answers
"How does that work?" Aria asked.
"I dunno..." she took another sip.
"How'd you know anyway?"
"Well... you never dress up for like, anything! You never clean your hair for like, anything! Also I heard you talking on the phone last night," Sonata said.
"... When you put it like that, I sounded really freaking obvious."
"You really were... So how was it?"
"Why should I tell you?"
"Because there's nothing else to talk about and if really want to watch this, be my guest."
Aria considered her options for a second.
A second.
"It was... alright," Aria said. "It was fine. Nothing went wrong, really."
Sonata was staring at her as if she was told air was a lie.
"What?" Aria asked, becoming slightly disturbed by her sisters stare.
"In all my years, Ari! I have never heard you call anyone 'alright'!" she was still staring with those stunned eyes.
"Yeah? Okay? So what?"
"So!? You love him!!!" Sonata blurted.
"What!? No I don't!"
"Give me details! Please, please, please!" Sonata got up an started running around in excitement.
"Well. It was-"
"Hold that thought," Sonata interrupted suddenly, staring at the windowsill, her eyes were gazing at something.
Aria couldn't see what it was, but she thinks she spotted a pair of beady yellow eyes glowing in the darkness.
"Give me a second, kay?" Sonata got up and went for the door. She quietly closed it behind her.
Then the carnage began.
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Several minutes later
Sonata returned, but she looked... different. Her hair was wild and free flowing, it also looked to be flowing in a non existent wind, as if stuck in slow motion. Her shirt was beaten and torn, specially in the forms of large scratch marks that tore at the shirt. Her backside looked very bad, it was scratched up with a giant burn that took up her entire backside.
"Continue," she said, closing the door.
"kay...? Even though he did beat the ever living crap out of me, nothing to complain about really. I got to punch the waiter... he told how to punch him better," Aria explained.
"Yeah, yeah, but how was he?!" Sonata had thrown herself at the couch and was lying on her back now.
"Well, he was... nice. He was very humble, and chivalrous, he was just... so nice. Felt good actually, being treated like that without having to use my voice. And he wasn't boring either! He killed a shark when he was five, I rode one when I was five," Aria stopped for a moment. "Can we just... move on from this?"
Sonata gave her a large grin which oozed the term 'I knew it!' "You-"
"I don't love him!" Aria barked.
"Suuuuuuure,"
"I'm going to bed..." Aria said before getting up and heading for the steps.
"Don't worry, Ari... you're secret's safe with me," Sonata whispered with a devious smile.