18 ABSOLUTE ETIQUETTE (1/2)
”I... I'm being honest. I came here for you as well,” Lirzod said in an emotion-choked voice.
A few moments of silence increased the distance between their drifting senses. The blowing wind carried away the kerchief that covered her nose and widened Lirzod's eyes at the same time.
”A young master of a clan, born to stand out,” Stussy took another step forward, staring at him emotionlessly. ”Maybe, fitting in doesn't exist in your genes.”
”No. I-I can blend in pretty well with people,” Lirzod replied, while his feet took another step backward.
Her gaze turned towards the horses before shifting back to him in a protrusion. ”What about the animals then?”
Lirzod averted his gaze, his chin dipped down to his chest. ”I-I respect them too.”
Stussy exposed her laugh lines in a scant churlish manner. ”What about your clan? Is it any different?”
After a second of quietness, he shook his head. ”I agree. I can be weak and narrow-minded at times, but my clan is different. It's quite strong and diverse, you know.”
She made an expression that appeared pained. ”Most people respect diversity without having the slightest clue as to what it truly is, and their excuse is that 'In this world, the rules of etiquette are ever changing.' These souls always act justly in the favor of the majorities but act unjustly against the minorities. They can change their color faster than a chameleon can. In my eyes, these kinds of people with no absolute etiquette do not deserve to be pitied,” Stussy moved two steps ahead. ”You were so compulsive yourself that you couldn't contain yourself from cowardly attacking two animals, that were sleeping nonetheless.” Her eyes gleamed with daunting coldness. ”No matter who did it, a wrong never becomes a right. If not for your age, I would have held you responsible for everything you did. Moreover, this is your first day, first time on this ship... Go and garner some good memories.”
Lirzod stood silent, though color palpably drained from the face.
”Understood?” Her flat voice shepherded weakness from his knees into all corners of his frame.
Lirzod nodded, his shoulders drooped and head still tilted down.
”Good,” She turned away from him. ”Don't repeat this.”
After a moment of silence, clutching at the chest, Lirzod lifted his head by enough degrees till her scatheless image reflected in his eyes. The whisking wind whipped her hair and exposed her nymphic neck, grabbing his whole attention. One of his arms subconsciously lifted, but he held it back with his other arm. (Control yourself, you stupid hand!) He clenched his fist and brought it under control before staring at her again. ”Can I come back?”
Stussy didn't reply and started to walk away, leaving Lirzod despondent. As his thoughts were about to drift into desolate daydreams, a few words reached his ears. ”Not until you've reached the thousandth deck.”
His eyes lit up like the stars of the desert skies, and bouncing on toes, he frolicked in ecstasy. ”Thanks, Snow White! Thank you so much! I promise that I'll come back here for sure!” Saying that Lirzod turned and ran away in excitement.
Stussy glanced towards the foal which was nibbling on a sandwich. A corner of her lips curled up, just a little. ”A heart that cares for the weak is never weak.”
Meanwhile, the stench that spread from Lirzod traversed everywhere he went and sullied the senses of men and their surroundings alike.
Lirzod maundered through dozens of hallways trying to find his room. But, everyone he attempted to get close to, shut their noises and hurtled away from him without even bothering to listen to his words much less his worries.
Some corridors bustled with men like the markets of Helenia, while some others were desolate like the streets of a disease-struck town. Some were colorful as if a festival had just finished while some were colorless with wizened wood stealing the view. And wherever he went to, he chased off people into their rooms. The putrid smell not only scared people stiff, they were also revolted by it.
Some rooms had multiple pocket doors while some didn't. He entered into some rooms that had one of their doors open, but nobody was even willing to listen to him let alone allow him to wash. Unfortunately, no room with doors open was uninhabited. Some rooms had guard dogs which straight out chased after him on first sight.
Lirzod hoped to clean himself before the Dyed Splurge dried up and glued to him like a leech would. But he had already wasted enough time for his skin to suck in part of the miasma. It would probably not go away any time soon, even if he were to bath for hours.
At the same moment, in one of the corridors— a highly decorated one that had balloons and ribbons furnishing the walls, carpets garnishing the floor, and vessels and nates gracing the stone benches alike — the Darling Brothers' focus was wholly on the multi-colored layered cake as they waited with utmost eagerness to feast on that birthday cake atop which the name 'Dillo' was drawn with cream.
Everybody waited for the birthday boy — the only one with a facemask in the crowd as compared to the rest, most of whom wore eyemasks — to blow the candles, and as he did, ”Happy birthday to you... Happy birthday to you... Happy birthday to dear —”
Bow-bow! Wrav-wrav!
The barks of the dogs and the cats replaced people's wishes, and as everybody turned towards the source of discomfort, half-a-dozen dogs and an equal amount of cats came rushing in their direction, baring their teeth at the yellowish boy who kept throwing all objects he could at the dogs.
Everybody in the corridor— the gathered dozens — freaked out and bolted straight into their rooms. The Darling Brothers' attention was rather focused on the cake, and ignoring everything else, they began to feast on the cake like pigs let loose on a heap of horse apples.
Waving his arms, throwing vessels at their heads, letting his legs loose — none of Lirzod's strategies were fruitful. It gave someone the feeling that getting skin scratched, blood sampled, muscles bitten, cartilage torn, and bones stolen was inevitable.
With cream-coated mushes, holding king-sized cake chunks in their hands, the Darling Twins turned their oversized heads and glimpsed over their shoulders when their stare metamorphosed into an incredulous one. The moment their eyes caught sight of Lirzod, the cake chunks in their hands cream-brushed the roof as the two skedaddled.
”Hey, aren't you two —” Lirzod beamed a grin, bouncing from foot to foot.
”Eek!” (He's seen us!) The brothers' eyes bulged, bodies tremored, and feet came to a halt as they checked out each other's faces.
”Help me!” Lirzod shouted in a desperate tone, his feet reducing the distance between them in haste. ”These dogs and cats took your sandwiches! And they didn't stop there. They seem to want more!”
The brothers' mouths slacked and stomachs tingled in shock. (Since when dogs and cats liked to eat sandwiches?) Gulping down the heaviness from their mouths into their hearts, they shuffled back and bolted ahead.
Lirzod slipped through the teeny space between those two and got behind their backs just in time. With adrenaline coursing through their veins and blinded by the bad mood, one of the dogs lunged at him, however, Elder Darling grabbed it single-handedly by its throat. ”Where do you think you are frolicking off to?” He slammed the dog — head first — on the ground, cracking its skull open, and the cerebral matters smashed to smithereens.
The cats turned their tails and sprinted away in cold feet, making themselves scarce. The dogs, howbeit, still barked with an aggrandized paroxysm of rage, their eyes reddened in a fit of fury.
One of the inflamed dogs, the most vociferous of all, made a sudden forward thrust to pounce on those two.
”You shitty pets! Show your rage someplace else!” Younger Darling roared, ”Vomit Spit!”
A greenish-fluid shot out of Younger Darling's mouth, whistling the wind as it traversed, and drilled through the head and torso of the dog, damning it to the darkest of its dreams, before it punctured its way out through the rear ring and ended up in the wooden floor behind.
Prior to reaching the brothers' feet, the dog hugged the floor, drowning in its own blood as death knocked on the door of its fading away sentience.