♚ 01. How dare they!
He couldn’t tell whether that pout was cute, or just amusing. Maybe it was both. Nah, more on the amusing side; it made Aoi want to laugh more. Instead, the smile that clearly showed his amusement returned to his face as he waited for the boy to respond to him. Needed to collect his thoughts, maybe?
“If you’re human, you are surely a peasant.”
“Then what does that make you? You’re human, too. Heh, the more you speak the more it sounds like you’re being hypocritical, actual—” Noble? In this place? He stopped speaking, frowning in annoyance as the other went on about rank and respect and all that stuff Aoi would normally shrink away from. He wasn’t important. His family was one of the most influential families in the world, but himself? He was only good enough to run a date club and escape school punishment because of the amount of money his family poured into it. He was of no actual noble status. He was alive to die, after all. A living sacrifice. Something like that would never hold any power.
He didn’t bother saying anything about his rank, and skipped right to answering his question. “I was laughing because it was funny. I’m not exactly a peasant no matter what you describe it as. And the fact you’d think I’ll apologize was also amusing. ~ I don’t care about your family.”
As the other leaned away when he leaned closer, he chuckled. Even the other’s response was enough to keep Aoi entertained. As he mulled over his words while he hummed to himself, he found the many loop holes in the other’s theory; and would have fun calling them out. “And how do you know your family’s blood is of any importance here? This place doesn’t look like Japan. I doubt they have the same customs. They probably don’t even care about royalty. We’re all the same.” .. Well, it felt weird to say that. But the fact they were all part of some social experiment meant they all were similar, in the sense they were left if no money, one set of clothes and no usable weapon. If he could say anything about it, then he would say they all started out equal.
Aoi straightened up, letting out another laugh as he did so. “Form? What form? You’ve only got one, unless you’re playing some stupid trick on me. And if that’s the case, I won’t fall for it.” He was beginning to think the entire thing was a joke. Maybe the other wasn’t noble at all. Maybe he was acting, and if that’s what it was then he’d be even more annoyed because it would be like having another Daria around. Great, that’s something he’d definitely want here.
At the implication that he was human, Sakuya’s brow furrowed further. What nerve this boy had! Sure, the pigeon appeared human currently, but did this form not exemplify his true noble heritage? The Le Bels had always been pigeons and they had always been powerful. Their power dated back to the early days of the first pigeon revolutions. Humans had been wiped out, almost completely. Of course, that was clearly not the case in this city, but still no sane creature would wish to be a human! They were so weak and frail, without wings to enable them to fly. No feathers, either. If the aristocrat weren’t afraid of perhaps getting hurt by ignorant humans when in his pigeon form, he would not have chosen to look this way. He much preferred his familiar fantail appearance.
This boy knew absolutely nothing and it made him furious! So rude, so very rude. Even thinking about himself actually being a human caused him to recoil in disgust. It was clear that Sakuya needed to prove himself and show this boy his place. The noble bird gestured his arms angrily, stomping his foot to make a point.
“How could you suppose such a terrible accusation? Filthy peasant, I am far from human and if you were not such an imbecile you may have possibly been able to notice that. I am a pigeon, of course. To be exact, I am a fantail dove. Clearly superior to any human, commoner or king. Humans control nothing, you realize, and as such, they are nothing. At least compared to pigeons, that is.”
Oh? The other had broken off, leaving his words unfinished. What purpose was that? Had he another thought that had appeared midway? Or had he forgotten what he was just about to say? Or even better, he had realized how wrong he was and had stopped to save himself from the embarrassment. Really, anything he said now was just causing Sakuya to pity him more. Thinking he was winning, he smiled smugly.
That was until the boy before him insisted his behavior was funny once again. He could have easily apologized by now. But no, the boy continued to make a fool of himself by attempting to make a fool of Sakuya. Sakuya knew his behavior hadn’t been humorous, though, or at least he thought he knew. He knew how he was meant to act and he knew that he followed the rules set for him by his father. There couldn’t be another way to behave, otherwise his father wouldn’t have taught him this way. Right?
He pouted again, and then let out a deep sigh. This was getting frustrating to deal with when the other wouldn’t just comply and do whatever he said. That was the way things were meant to work, he was sure. Things were always supposed to go his way. Or… his family’s way. Not really his way, after all, because he couldn’t do as he chose to- but it was his way because he was his family and it was certainly what he wanted! He could only do what he was supposed to do, after all.
“I did not find it funny in any way and find it difficult to understand your thought process in thinking so. You are a noble human, then? Strange, you have no manners to demonstrate your bloodline. Are humans truly that uncivilized that even their nobles behave barbarically? Or do you mean to say that you are of the middle class? Even so, in comparison to myself, you would be a peasant. I might still consider some nobles to be peasants as well. I believed that you would apologize because that is what should be expected of you. It is only the natural response to apologize when one has insulted another, especially one of a higher rank. Although you may not care, I must suggest that you do, given my family’s power and influence. They could easily do something to you, I would think. Or to your family.”
As the boy laughed more, the pigeon only frowned. This was so rude and just so inappropriate and not right. He couldn’t stand for it! There was nothing for him to do, though, as it seemed the other would not stop his insulting. Sakuya would simply have to ignore all of the mockery and stay strong and proper as usual. Luckily, this mindset kept him from being phased at any of the other’s comments. He was sure of himself for now, rolling his eyes at the redhead.
“My family’s blood is always of importance. That is obvious.”
Did he look Japanese? Yuuya looked Japanese, he thought, but Yuuya was a filthy halfbreed and not truly his brother. Sakuya clearly was French, even though he didn’t use the language as often as his impostor brother did. So, yes, the other had made a very careless and stupid error. As he corrected the boy’s mistake, he smirked.
“I hail from France, actually, as does the Le Bel line. I would think the name on its own is enough to detect its origin. Despite customs being different no matter which state or even region one is in, respect for those higher than you should always be the same. I will teach the lowly locals if they are not familiar with proper addressing of nobles. I am far from the same as any of you human peasants. Your idiocy must know no limits if you are rude enough to suggest that.”
Such a dumb boy, and such unbearable laughter. Hopefully, this conversation would end soon and the birdie would be able to return to doing as he pleased. However, he did still believe the other needed to apologize, no matter his feelings on it. But how could he expect that of a boy who couldn’t even tell a pigeon from a human?
“Unfortunately, you’ve already fallen for it. Don’t you see? It’s so obvious, I would think. I have two forms that I am aware of. This terrible, but practical human one is admittedly new to me, but I can already affirm that it is one that I am not comfortable with. My true form, that with which I am used to, is that of a fantail dove, as I have already mentioned. I arrived to this city as a human, though, and upon encountering more of you creatures I thought it best to stay this way. I still do not comprehend why this city is filled with humans, though. Your species died out long ago, I thought, save for a few survivors.”
Sakuya sighed, sounding as if this situation were the most tiring and boring thing on Earth to him. And indeed it was. He pushed back a lock of his hair, already annoyed with this one human feature.