Chapter - Swifty

After getting picked up by the blonde girl, with pointy ears, she stared deep into my eyes. I of course, couldn’t do anything about it. No, I can, but I just don’t want to. I actually want to do the opposite, which is to protect her from harm. However, I don’t know why I want to protect her. So I am a little confused right now.

Disregarding the protecting or not, she is carrying me like a pup, and only my ginormous mother is allowed to do that...when did I make that rule up? No matter, she is from a different species than me, and even it seems like she is the only one I can communicate with, I meant understand since I don’t know if she can understand me. Even though deep in my heart I don’t want to harm this girl, I have to show her that she can’t just pick me up whenever she wants. I’ll show her that I am not weak, nor defenseless.

SPIRALING WING-KICK!

After my amazingly planned attack, that consisted of unnecessary wing movement and a kick to the face, I was dropped to the floor. This time I was prepared for the drop, and the moment my claw-toes felt the ground, I bolted straight for the door at the end of the hallway. However, I still needed to check some things, so I turned my head around, which felt extremely easy to do. I shouted a line that would either confuse someone, or embarrass them. I also took into consideration that she might understand my language, so I changed it.

“Daisuki!” However, I instead roared a mighty “Qwa-ponk!”

...This is the part where I looked at myself, and sighed inwardly from my stupidity.

Memory is not my strong point, but it is not this bad, that I end up forgetting I can’t speak my mind. However, contrary to my current dumbfounded self, the girl blushed and giggled. Is she mocking my kick, as if it say it tickled, or did she actually understand me?

Well whatever, I’ll find out later, since daisuki is japanese for “I like you”. So if she understood, then I just said I liked her and then ran away. However, I bet the distance my short stubbly legs covered, could be passed by just four big steps by the girl…

Why is everything becoming spiral, and what is going on?

I am so weak...did someone leech...my strength?

***

This place...a warm bed with clean blankets, dozens of books about ‘federation law’ scattered all over the floor. The average-sized room is clean, if you disregard the messy pile of books. This room is always clean because it is my room, I like having the books on the floor. Even though I have a chair and a table, the floor is somehow more comfortable for me.

“Laxy come eat your breakfast, you have to go soon!” My sweet mother shouted.

I am thankful that I took the bedroom on the first floor, since she wouldn’t even bother to shout on me if I was on the second floor. However, that is my opinion without looking at Mother’s good nature. She is extremely kind and would do anything to make her son’s life better, even if that means making her own life worse.

The place I have to go to soon, is to school. I really hate school, since I can just turn on my computer and learn more from there, than I can in school.

“One minute!” I shouted back as kindly as possible.

Stretching my ligaments one last time, I jumped out the comfortable bed and went towards the wardrobe. However, as I passed the mirror that was an attachment, I saw no reflection of myself...

Then everything went downhill, as as I found out that this is a dream.

My Mother appeared before me, her head was on a plate that she was giving me...more extreme stuff happened, but all I could do was endure until I woke up.

***

Something warm is covering me, and I like it. I feel like I am in heaven compared to that nightmare…

“Ew! Dad, Swifty is peeing on your favourite blanket.” The same mystical voice that I heard in the hallway earlier, spoke again. However, I didn’t understand who or what she meant, so I am going to back to heaven’s warm embrace.

I heard stomping footsteps getting nearer, most probably a really angry person going after the one called ‘Swifty’. I pity that angry-person, since he has to catch a person who has the traits of being fast in his name. “Swifty” is going to be hard to catch…

“Kwa Kwa.” Pardon me, seems like I let out a small chuckle, but wow! My current dictionary just doubled in quantity, ‘Qwa-ponk’ and ‘Kwa’. However, as much as I enjoyed hypothesising about a person called “Swifty”, the angry person’s mood seem to only deteriorate more, as his stomping became louder and closer. I hope he quiets down since I am trying to sleep, and get back to heaven.

No! I can’t be doing this right now, I don’t even know if it is safe yet. I opened my eyes and tried to instantly shut them.

Towering over me, a demon with glowing red eyes, looking at me with a stern face, like he was going to pull out a cleaver and chop my head off the next second. Honestly, I might have peed a little and became swifty #2. I also used telekinesis to attempt in trying to push the person away but it only fanned the smell of urine, which infuriated the man, his eyebrow twitched up and down, and his fist clenched to show his rippling muscles.

The muscular hand grabbed something in front of him, and he pulled. It was my heaven, a blanket that I peed on a little. Does warm pee coupled with a blanket give a similar feeling to heaven?

...that was a sign of my failing sanity, since I normally would never be stupid enough to ask myself that.

The demon turned out to be Doggy, when I noticed his floppy dog ears. However he seemed different, apart from his new change of cosplay clothes, his eyes were a crimson colour, different from the naive green I saw earlier. Then, his hand attempted to do something that will not be excused easily.

He tried to grab me by the scruff of the neck. The place reserved for Mother, but has already been trespassed already, and it has made me feel like some sort of pet and peasant. Now, this scary Doggy is trying to trespass by grabbing that place, as if I’d let him. Does he think I am some sort of pushover, that will blindly follow his demands?

No, I’ll show to everyone that tries to grab my special place, that even though I’m small, I am still mighty.

AFTER-IMAGE ESCAPE

It might seem weird that I’m naming all my awesome attack and defend moves, but believe me when I say this: it is extremely cool, and I started doing it when my psychic powers first came about, and by shouting the name of the moves it makes you feel like some superhero. Like, who would want to watch normal people fighting, when all you hear is “ugh”, “ah”, “kya”. It just sounds very plain and boring, when you can watch something like, “super magnum punch!”, “Fireball defender!”. It just sounds more...exciting and awesome!

...it seems I have explained something pointlessly, when there are more important matters at hand. Currently, I am running towards the blonde girl who was watching me dodge the big Doggy, and escape his grasps. Looking back on it, I totally destroyed him…

“Qwapo-” I sub-consciously shouted, when something powerful snatched me up.

“Cabo!” A roaring voice similar to mine, but more mature and feminine spoke out. It was a voice I am already familiar with.

Mother...she saved me. She grabbed me up by the scruff of the neck like a white knight, and claimed me as hers. She has her back turned to the Doggy, and is walking towards the table at the center of the room. I think this is the living room, lot of medieval roleplaying happening around here with the old fashioned stove and fireplace, or the family must not be that well off. There was food sufficient for a breakfast, laid out on it. However, it wasn’t what had dazzled my little eyes, almost in the same way Mother looked dazzled by Doggy. At one end of the table sitting on a chair, there was blue-haired princess. I think my beak was wide open, because she gave a small chuckle after her eyes met mine, but I didn’t care.

***

I don’t really know how much time passed, but it must have been almost an hour, since I only stared at the Princess and didn’t really care about anything at all. I was placed on a chair, situated at the middle of the table between Doggy and Princess, the blonde girl was on the opposite side. Their plates were all clean of food apart from mine, since I didn’t really focus on my food, because a Princess was currently in the room, so how could I care about something as petty as food?

“Mum, what did you do to Swifty?” The blonde girl spoke, I knew it was her without even looking since she is the only one I could understand.

The Princess replied, but all I heard was gibberish and I couldn’t understand. A couple of other things were said between the family, which were also gibberish apart from anything the girl said. Mother was enjoying being fondled by Doggy, but it could be seen as ‘petting’. My hate for Doggy is increasing all the time. Also, I have managed to adapt well to this family, as it seems I’m not going to be slaughtered, but actually treated well. There was a strange part, where the blonde girl finished her meal and suggested something.

“I finished my food, so can I pet Swifty now?” The blonde girl looked at Princess, disregarding my opinion completely.

Thankfully I learned that I was called Swifty, or else I would not have bothered to question the blonde girl and openly object. The Princess saw my face, which was full of objection and disgust, and said something like: Swifty has not finished his meal, play with him after he finishes. However, I do not know if it was what she had said, but I can only hope she did.

My staring at the Princess was finally punished by Mother, who had gotten annoyed at me. I do not know what I done but after the punishment, I was left with a face full of food, because Mother shoved my face in my breakfast with her wing. So, I ate all my food and was going to travel back to the shed, because my body was still a day old. However, it seems like my process was accelerated or I am really a different species, from chicken. Since I would not be eating proper food, and would still be fed from Mother. Thankfully, I did not have to experience that.

As I was going to pass the hall and walk into my room, the shed, I was abducted by a witch and pushed into a bed. It was the blonde girl’s room, and she had swiftly pushed me under the covers and locked the door. I had no time to react, and the girl had been more forceful and used more strength. It seemed she learned, but...what is she going to do to me, isn’t there a whole day left for the humans?