Coincidentally, when I got a good working pace, Lance and Marcy entered through the door next to me. Of course, it startled me and I jumped, stabbing myself with the sharp needle.

"Mn-!!" I squeaked out loud enough to turn all the heads in the room.

They all looked at me with the most predatory gaze, as if they'd pounce on me within a moment's notice.

I gulped and looked down at the floor, feeling like I had done something terribly awkward or wrong. "I.. I'm sorry..." I mumbled at the floor.

"Are you hurt?" Lance asked with that emotionless void of a voice.

I nodded quickly and looked up to him.

"Mm." he grunted in acknowledgement and hung up his long coat on the coat hanger right by the door.

...I looked away and went back to sewing.

Marcy plopped down next to me and peered over my shoulder at my working hands. Oh, I'm sure she was going over in her stupid head of her's how awfully I was doing and everything wrong of me.

Obviously, since I was feeling incredibly scrutinized by Marcy's judgmental eyes, I just set down the shirt in my lap and turned around to her like: "What."

With a small grunt, she snatched it out of my lap and began working for me! I was actually quite enjoying sewing!!

I softly snarled and faced ahead of me.

"..Vigil?" Osamu spoke up, "Did Marcy take your shirt from you?"

I didn't say anything and just kept staring ahead at the wall.

"Sai, look at us." Lance commanded.

My head snapped over to them by the door like clockwork.

"Did Marcy take you work, Sai?" Lance pressed on me, very much unlike the way Osamu had gently asked me earlier.

With a gulp, I nodded and looked away.

Lance's attention snapped over to her as Osamu hummed a disapproving: "Marcy~..."

I could feel the tension rise in her. It was the most intense fear I had ever felt from her. Hell, up until that moment, I didn't even know she was capable of fear! It was strange, because I didn't think she was going to get into any kind of trouble, really, I just wanted my thing back...

I turned my head to look over at her red face and then looked up to Lance and Osamu standing over us.

Lance was fixed keenly on Marcy as cross armed Osamu broke his gaze on her and softened his face to look at me.

A.. very bizarre energy had befallen the room.

"Give it back." Lance growled at Marcy after what seemed like forever.

Quick as a flash, she nearly threw the shirt at me into my lap.

"!!" With a few blinks, I just picked it up and went to find the needle still attached to the thread.

"...................."

..Again, there was an agonizing silence and energy in the room that persisted.

I looked up to Lance and Osamu again to ask without words if I was doing anything wrong...

"Aren't you gonna get back at her???" Osamu piped up as he uncrossed his arms and gestured over at Marcy.

I followed Osamu's hand and glance at Marcy and back. "W.. Why...?" I whispered.

"Because she wronged you." Lance declared at me.

..My gaze just bounced back and forth between them like I had never heard English before in my entire life. God, I felt like an idiot.

Osamu drew in a quick breath. "Vigil, you're a member of our family, now, and families have a pecking order."

"Do you wanna be Marcy's bitch?" Lance spat out.

..I blinked a few times... and shook my head as I kept my eyes on him.

No...

"Then make it know, because I certainly can't tell."

..I gulped and turned to look at Marcy as she did the same and stared back at me with her dark blue eyes. Within them, she dared me to do something. Anything. She knew me too much of a coward to do anything more than bow at her feet and kiss her toes.

I lifted my hand from my lap and gently shoved her just hard enough that she swayed away and back like a palm tree. There was a knowing smirk on her face that seemed to read: "That's it. Coward."

"Oh, come on~!" Osamu groaned, "You can do better than that!!"

..He's right.

I took the needle in my hand and raised it, unraveling the thread as it rose. The longer I took, the longer Marcy's face became. I quickly jabbed her tricep with the needle.

Marcy gave the biggest reaction. As I stabbed her, she let out a loud whimper and her whole body writhed on the couch in pain. She stomped her foot on the floor hard enough to rattle the whole room and when I pulled out the needle, blood trickled through the wound.

Even though my eyes were fixed on the blood before me, I could tell that Marcy looked up at the stoic Osamu and Lance for some sort of assurance.. But when she found none, she stood up and stormed off in tears. ..I had supposed she went to our room. I really wasn't quite sure why she didn't just slap me right across the face right there. ..Maybe she felt like she couldn't in from of her masters...

Lance stepped forward with that beautiful, once in a lifetime smile. He placed his soft, slender hand on my cheek and gently rubbed it with his thumb. "Such a good boy.. My little pet."

I smiled back widely. I loved basking in all this praise and gentleness when I did something good. God, I could get used to that feeling.

...And I'm not gonna lie..

It felt pretty damn good to stab Marcy.