Date: 8/06/ 2012
One month, eighteen days, and two years until 'Endgame.'
Mornings... Aria hated mornings... a lot. The way her bones creaked and cracked with every inch of movement, the crust in her eyes, that feeling of pure exhaustion. She hated it. Then again she wasn't really an 'awake' person. She just hated mornings even more. She was sitting in the kitchen, bored, waiting for her mind to get back to working properly. The coffee would help... in time. You become resistant to it if you drink more over the years. Heck, this was probably her third cup this morning.
She was sitting by the window, watching the golden haze that was the outside world. Pure, and without air conditioning.
'Meh...' she took a sip of the bitter coffee.
She could hear footsteps behind her, she knew it could only be two things. That or a third of option of someone breaki-
'Not again!'
"Hello, sister," a cheery voiced asked from behind.
'Dammit, it's even worse!'
With a forced, toothy smile she turned around that look that screamed. 'LEAVE,' "Hello, sister."
That fake smile went away with a look of genuine curiosity when she saw what she was holding. It was a pot, the same kind you use coffee, but... it had a red liquid inside.
Her sister was wearing a white bathrobe, half open with the words '#Strongisthenewcute,' she remembers those bathrobes, she tried to get her to wear one that said. '#Peasareeasiertohug,' she told her to bug off, so she gave it to Adagio.
"I made a pot of Kool-Aid," her sister said in that cheery tone she found grating.
'I'm too old for this...'
"You don't make a pot of Kool-aid," she said.
"Well, I-I did..." Sonata answered back.
'Screw it.'
"Is it hot?" she asked.
"Maaaaybe."
"It's hot, isn't it?"
"Yeah it is! It's a pot of Kool-aid!" Sonata bounced suddenly, spilling some of the liquid on the ground.
"Hot Kool-aid?" Aria said, in an increasingly grouchy tone.
"I could put some ice in it if you want?" Sonata suggested.
"No, I'm not thirsty," Aria said as she took a sip of her coffee.
"Sister?"
"I'm not gonna drink it!!"
"I made this for you," Sonata said in a hushed, hurt tone.
"NO!"
"Drink it!"
"NO!"
"I want you to drink this!" Sonata demanded.
"I'm not gonna drink it, so shut up!"
"Drink this right now or I'll pour it on floor and blame it on you!"
'She's bluffing... she has to be.'
"Oh yeah, real mature!" Aria mocked.
Sonata's face contorted into an angry look: which looked seemingly painfully as she practically never makes one. "I MADE THIS FOR YOU!!!"
"you're what? Three thousand years old? Why don't you grow up!?"
"I DID, BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!" she continued to scream.
"Well, I'm not gonna drink it, so bug off!"
"I HATE YOU!"
That took Aria by surprise, she visibly flinched, clutching her coffee a little tighter. Never before did Sonata use a strong term like that. Then again, Aria uses it on a daily bases. But she couldn't even remember the last time she cursed, if she ever did.
But she couldn't back down now, she set her foot down to deep already.
"That's all I ever hear anymore. 'Sister, try this! Sister, try that!'" She started. "What you make last time?" she started snapping her fingers as if that would help remember. "Stale bread, Horseradish, and uh-"
"Whale oil," Sonata reminded.
"Right! Of course! Freaking whale oil!" Aria mocked again.
"It was a good idea," Sonata defended.
"You hospitalized three women!'
"They didn't matter, they were weak," Sonata's face turned serious as a dark cowl overtook it.
"Still not gonna drink it."
"YOU DRINK THIS RIGHT NOW!!"
"Drink your own hot Kool-aid!" Aria retorted.
"There's so much of this left! What am I supposed to do with all this hot Kool-aid?" Sonata asked, lifting up the pot.
"Drink it!"
"NO!'
"Yes!"
"NO!"
Sonata suddenly threw herself at the table, causing the contents to spill unto the floor below. Including Aria's coffee.
"Sister?' Sonata asked in a panicked hushed tone, her eyes were wild.
"WHAT!" Aria barked
"Please. Drink. My. Hot. Kool-aid," she whispered.
Aria was fed up at this point, she was practically seething. But she knew one thing. The only way Sonata would leave her alone in peace was if she abides by her will.
"Fine..." she said.
Sonata picked up one of the very few unshattered cups off the floor, and poured it out. Aria grabbed it with a heavy hand and with heavier reluctance, lifted it to her lips. The warm plastic met it, and she opened her mouth to allow the foul liquid inside. It tasted strange. Not awful, but it was definitely warm. It tasted like cherry flavored cough drops. She swallowed, allowing the red juice to fall into her gut, where it will eventually be drained of any nutrients and passed through her body.
She put the cup back down, breathing heavily as if the liquid was as thick as paint.
"Well?" Sonata asked, with wide, curious eyes.
"... It was fine... it was okay," Aria answered with an exhausted look.
...
"Thank you!" Sonata's face quickly changed back to its normal smile, before she left the kitchen, leaving the pot behind.
The silence returned inside the kitchen. She could hear the sound of the front door opening and closing.
"Freaking pyscho..." Aria mumbled. Then she shot straight up.
'She got me to follow her orders...'
Her frame of reality shattered. She just took orders from someone who couldn't even figure out how to work a remote without aid.
"What happened in here!" a new voice screamed.
Looking back, only then did she realize the mess that was created.
Broken glass scattered everywhere, the coffee machine was red and sticky with hot Kool-aid, and it was just a downright mess. But she didn't focus on that.
"Excuse me, I got to go rethink my life," Aria said, a look of shock on her eye as she got up.
"Oh no you don't! You're helping me clean this mess!" Adagio snapped.
"I don't think you heard me right, I need to rethink my life," Aria emphasized.
"Did you just backtalk me?!"
She was already gone.
Adagio was stuttering, the only words being random gibberish, she was beginning to foam. Meanwhile, Aria was laying in her bed, staring the ceiling with a blank expression.
Almost as if she had seen the darkest corners of the universe.