Varney
My heart was still reeling in so much worry and fear for the blackbird even after returning back to the dorms. I didn't get to see my new friend in school for the rest of the day and I hoped I'd see him tomorrow. My first day of school would have been so much better if I was a normal person, but alas, I wasn't.
My ribs were still hurting so much and a part underneath my left knee was hurting from that beating I got. I left school at the same time as the rest of the four humans here in the bronze forms who're now slaves just like me, and they suggested taking me to the school clinic on noticing how much pain I was in. But I assured them I was fine, nothing a good sleep wouldn't be able to fix.
I burrowed deeper into my sheets, letting out a long sigh while pulling the covers around me.
I could feel myself slowly start to drift off to sleep when water suddenly rained down upon my face, making me cry out in shock before sitting up fast.
My new roommate was standing at the side of my bed, a bowl in his hand and a proud grin on his face. "Serves you right, dummy."
I glanced down at my drenched top. Water had fully soaked up my shirt, my hair and even my pillow and sheets. I felt so much anger shrug through my veins when I faced him again.
"What the hell is your problem?!" I gritted out just as I got out of my bed and began to shake the water out of my hair.
"Why the hell haven't you cleaned up this room?!" He demanded sharply and I blinked at him in confusion.
I glanced over at the other side of the room. His side was a complete mess, his bed was unmade, the sheets dirty and the floor fully littered by dirts.
"You can't expect me to clean up after you. What am I, your maid?" I threw back at him and he let out a laugh before stepping forward and pushing at my shoulder.
"Actually, yes. You're my slave."
I let out a confused laugh. "No, I'm not,"
"You're one of the slaves in this dormitory now. It's your duty to clean up this room too." He gritted out and I rolled my eye before glancing over his whole body.
He's clearly a spoilt brat, probably grew up having everything done for him since birth. How lucky.
"While the first part is true, I'm only required to clean up the outside of the dorms, not the insides." I informed him and he let out an annoyed sound before trying to push me again.
I moved away fast. "What's this now? I was trying to sleep and like ruining my sleep with water wasn't enough, you're trying to fight now?"
"Shut up, human! Who's trying to fight you? You're beneath me. I'm trying to show you your place by beating you up. You'd have to be on my level or higher for me to consider whatever this is, a fight." He bit out angrily just as he swung his hand.
I moved again fast before walking past him, and after entering the bathroom, I returned moments later with a bowl of water and poured it right over his face.
"Here's for the water you previously spilled over me." I informed him flatly just as he let out a startled gasp, gaping like a fish out of water with all the water dripping down his face and hair.
He let out a loud screech next. "You bastard!"
I pursed my lips. "I only returned the gesture. I'm not trying to fight you, but please leave me alone."
I really don't want any problems, I just want to be left alone. It's not that hard to understand that, is it?
He gave me a long, hard look. "You'll see. I'll teach you a lesson." He bit out, then he whirled around and walked out of the room, slamming the door shut,
I let out a long sigh after he left, scrubbing a hand over my face.
Good riddance.
Why does he even hate me so much?
His parting words reechoed in my head. That meant nothing, right?
At least, that's what I'm really hoping.
I went off into the bathroom and changed out of my wet shirt, then I dried my hair and tied it up in a bun. The strands write so long and it was so heavy and thick, making me consider cutting it off. The original body probably had a thing for long hair like this, but frankly, I don't even know what to use it for.
The length was making me feel 'pretty', and I wasn't sure I liked that. I mean, would any woman like me if I'm like this? Do women like pretty men?
With a small laugh, I realized that I don't even know what women like in guys.
But at least I know that women don't like short guys.
My mouth went into a thin line at the reminder of my ridiculously short height. If I was getting transmigrated, why couldn't I transmigrate into the body of someone with the body of a Greek god? This is my second chance to live, no? Then everything is supposed to be perfect for me, from my looks which should absolutely be able to cause traffic and also make every woman droll at the sight of me, to my new family being of a wealthy and powerful status.
But alas, every aspect of my life was imperfect in this second life of mine.
I stared down at my small hands and grimaced.
Not that I can afford to date or fall in love with any woman right now anyway. I literally have rags for clothes right now and on top of that, my life just feels too chaotic for me to be thinking about this.
Romance would have to come later.
A knock came on my door just as I exited the bathroom and I frowned before walking over.
"Who's that?" I called out tentatively.
"A senior. Open up instantly."
I let out a sigh before cursing underneath my breath, then I pulled the door open. I recognized the senior, he was the same one who led me to the leader this morning. His low dark hair was spiky and his eyes were hard as usual, nothing about him was safe. Beside him, stood my grinning roommate.
"I didn't do—" I began but they both roughly pushed their way into the room. The senior's eyes narrowed down at me, then he pointed at my roommate.
"Did you really dunk water on him and then threaten poison him overnight? When he didn't do a single thing to you?" The senior demanded and I gasped in shock.
"What? That's not true!" I cried out, feeling baffled.
"It's true! look at my wet hair and clothes. Look at his clothes and hair, senior Israel, they're dried. He just hates me and I didn't do anything to him!" My roommate cried out while pointing at me.
"That's really not true, I didn't—"
The senior faced me sharply. "Silence, human," he snapped and I jumped.
He faced my roommate and spoke. "This isn't kindergarten, Jun. you can't run to your seniors for every complains, got it?"
My roommate, apparently named Jun, nodded reluctantly,
The senior faced me again. "And as for you, if you keep starting problems unnecessarily, you'll be punished. Got it?" He barked out at me and I flinched before nodding fast.
Heavens. He was scary.
"Dorms slaves aren't required to clean the rooms, just outside…" he began while looking at the two of us.
"However, as punishment so you'd know not to look for problems unprovoked, you'll clean up this entire room till it's spotless for the next one week." He declared and I sucked in a sharp breath while Jun cracked a bright grin.
After the senior exited the room, he waited at the doorway and faced me.
"And, white hair?"
I looked up weakly.
"All dorm slaves are to gather in the headquarters in an hour. Don't be late."
He walked off after that and I stood frozen, unable to believe that my roommate ended up getting what he wanted, while my side of the story wasn't even listened to at all.