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Kyrie had to hurry. Byss and Pel had taken longer than usual to go to bed. All the preparations were done, but they were a bit nervous for the next few days. He had to fake sleeping while they worked, but with how long it took he actually fell asleep. He just had to hope he hadn’t missed too much.
He slid as the opening in the wall came into view. As always he hit the base of one of the statues. It was placed in the perfect spot, it took a while to confirm that his impact could never knock it down. Of course he was a little proud of the times he had to push it back into place.
“Oh, gotta go guys. Finally gonna finish the fight,” the human in the room said. Kyrie poked his head out from behind the statue. He hadn’t been too late, she wasn’t playing the game yet. Kyrie slid to his knees, quickly pulling out his canteen and getting comfortable. “Yeah yeah, tomorrow it’ll be all over the news. ‘Melody failed to finish her game for the tenth time in a week’. Shut up, bye.”
Melody laughed and Kyrie smiled. He loved watching her play games or just talk to the people in the computer. She had some weird habits when she played games lately though. She’d turn around and almost scan the room. More than once he swore her eyes had found him, but she never acted. Each and every time she’d turn back to face her computer and start the game.
This time she hovered with her eyes looking towards him longer before she spun around. He shuffled further behind the statue, but he couldn’t keep himself from staring into her eyes. He’d never thought brown could shine until he saw those eyes. A part of him wanted to talk to her. He knew the rules, the risks, but those eyes always looked kind.
“Damn it,” she growled. The words made him shy away. It reminded him why he couldn’t risk it. She did have an anger, could get loud, her brother would bring up her issues at times. When she would punch walls or throw things. Kyrie had never seen her do the violent things though. “All the work I put in for inventory management earlier is gone. The fuckin save corrupted.”
Melody leaned forward and focused on the screen. Kyrie shuffled back out to use the base of the statue like a seat. From here he could see her scrolling through a list quickly. He didn’t have the best reading skills, but he didn’t think humans could read as fast as the letters changed. Another thing that kept him from taking the risk to meet her like he wanted. She saw things and understood too quickly. She was why Byss and Pel were so nervous. She’d be alone in the house for a few days.
“Mel, I got you something,” the other human’s voice echoed through the house. Kyrie shivered, that one was who would catch them. Melody always acted terrified of bugs that made their way inside, the other one killed them. Her scream would always lead to his appearance and a loud bang of something tiny being squashed. “It’s something you thought you missed out on.”
“Crap,” Melody’s whisper made him jump. She was usually excited when her brother brought her things. It was usually another box of something she’d put up on the shelves he often hid on. The shelf he was currently on…
Melody was up faster than he’d ever seen her move. Usually she had slow movements, like she was trying to make them easy to read. This time she was towering over him before he could even think. The same eyes that he always imagined finding him were staring right at him. No chance of it being a mistake. They were worried, scared, and angry.
Kyrie tried to move, but her hands were already around him. She’d talked about having small hands, but right now he couldn’t believe that at all. He wanted to scream or fight, but soft slender fingers wrapped around him. He curled up as the hand turned into an all encompassing fist. If he stayed standing he’d be taller than her palm, he stretched out just in time to see over her pale skin. He hated that her hands were soft.
Just as the fist became tight enough he couldn’t move the door clicked open. She pulled her hand behind her back and turned. From where he was held he could see the computer and the window. The screens were black and he saw the other twin walk in with a new statue in his hands.
“Cap, what did you find?” she asked. Her voice rolled through him in a way he’d never felt before. He’d never considered her voice deep, but here he could feel the bass.
“That statue of the guy you played in replicant,” Caprice said. Byss and Pel never worried about him. He didn’t care when something didn’t add up, but Melody always did. This was the worst situation for him, in the room with both at once. Melody was holding him in a way that would make it easy to give him to her brother. To have his life crushed because her fear won and he was something small.
“Wait, you got brother nier?”
Kyrie shivered at her excitement. She might forget about him, let him go and he’d fall. She was observant, but clumsy. The fingers around him didn’t move at all. She started to bounce on her feet. Kyrie was terrified.
“Yup, can I add him to your shelf then?” Caprice asked and Kyrie flinched. The man was already grabbing for the statue he’d been hiding behind. There was no way Melody was protecting him… right? She hadn’t grabbed him to hide him, the two always told each other they didn’t keep secrets. She’d show him off right away.
“Please do, right next to the nendroid I got of him,” Melody laughed.
She pulled her hand from behind her back and held it near her chest as Caprice moved closer to the shelves. Kyrie could see the moment Caprice lifted the statue he always hid behind. If he closed his eyes he could see the angry look as the man took care of a pest for his sister. He’d seen it before, the secret acts of pests killed before Melody could be scared.
Kyrie stayed terrified as Caprice easily moved the statue he always hid behind. The one that he’d barely managed to turn by crashing into with his full weight. He knew humans were terrifying. He knew watching Melody during the day was a risk. He never thought he’d be forced to watch this. It was like she wanted him to see what his fate could or would be.
As soon as the new statue was set on the shelf, he was moved again. This time held at Melody’s side. Her fist tightened a little, but Kyrie was too scared to even squeak. Caprice turned around and wrapped Melody in a hug. The hand holding Kyrie was left at her side, but where he was let him see Caprice’s arms right where she’d first been holding him.
Melody just might be protecting him.
“This is great Cap, thank you so much. I thought he’d be impossible to find,” Melody said.
“I owe you something when you keep replacing my binders before even I know I need a new one,” Caprice laughed. They pulled apart and Melody placed both her hands over her heart. The one Kyrie was in was covered by the other, Caprice still couldn’t see him.
“Hey, I’m gonna do anything I can to help my brother feel comfortable. Now leave before I decide that fact stops when you hold up my horror games.”
“I just brought you a statue, you could be nicer.” Kyrie watched as Melody pushed Caprice out.
“Yes and I appreciate you, but you need to leave in less than an hour and I want to finish this today. I already told the others I’m finishing today and they don’t believe me.”
“Well you aren’t going to. You’ll start then decide to play with the figure because you always do.”
“Shut. Now go, and have a fun trip. Make sure to text me when you get there.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Caprice turned and pulled Melody into another hug. Kyrie was squished between them, her soft chest was all he could feel besides her hand. It was sort of nice. “Really Mel, thanks. I’ll tell mom and dad you were sad you couldn’t come along.”
“Thanks Cap.” She pushed him away again and turned Caprice to leave. “Go, you actually wanted to go to the reunion. Enjoy it ok?”
“Alright alright.”
Finally Caprice left and Melody slowly shut the door. Kyrie watched her lock it. It was only then he noticed the way the massive heart beneath him was beating. The panic in it as she turned away from the now locked door. Her steps were deceptively light. She wasn’t a thin human, the other one was. His steps were always so much heavier.
“Ok, that’s handled. No way he knows anything is up,” she mumbled. Kyrie tensed, she talked to herself a lot. That didn’t make this easier. Even if she was hiding him from Caprice she’d kept him in her hand. Tightly trapped and unable to run. It was only then he realized how high he was from the floor, how easy a fall could kill him.
She sat in the chair she used for her computer. He could see the dark screens reflecting her nervous face. It made it clear how little he existed while she held him like this. Her chest was heaving beneath him as she took deep breaths. Each inhale pushed him out and each exhale had him closer to the panicked beat. Slowly the hand around him moved away from her chest.
Melody brought her hand down to the table in front of them. Kyrie had tears in the corners of his eyes. She hadn’t let Caprice see him so maybe she didn’t think he was a pest. Maybe she just thought he was some cool figure? Maybe she’d think he was a dream and let him go? Maybe… he should have listened to Byss and Pel, stop sneaking out to watch her. Stop being curious and daydreaming about if he revealed himself to her.
The fist around him loosened slowly. As soon as her fingers started to become just a cage he fell to his knees. How would he get out of this? How would he tell the others they had to move? How could he even face them if he survived this? Eventually the slender fingers were gone and all he could do was stare up at the shining brown that he was wishing hadn’t seen him all those times he thought they did.
“Are you ok?” she whispered. Kyrie couldn’t make himself talk. Her hands were still close, they could close in on him. Was she going to see him as a pest once she learned anything? “I’m so sorry about that. I knew Cap would go right to the shelf and set it up. I didn’t want him to find you.”
“What?” he breathed. Melody shifted. The brown hair she used to make strange colors rested on the table around him. Her eyes were directly above him, he could touch them.
“Sorry, I didn’t hear you well. I-I didn’t hurt you right? Oh man I don’t think I know what to do if I did. Shit, shit, shit.”
“What are you gonna do?” His voice sounded stronger than he felt. Those shining brown eyes had tears pooling at the edge. Her hair smelled nice, like the hall near the bathroom when she showered. He was strangely at ease like this, encompassed and hidden by her. By a human that should terrify him.
“Probably go back to my game so I stop panicking about grabbing you? Unless you leave then probably try to watch some video…”
“Why?”
“You’ve been watching me haven’t you?”
Kyrie scrambled back when she said that. She wasn’t supposed to know. Every time he thought she’d seen him… She had. Now what would happen? He knew she knew, she’d do something to them. That was humans. Even if he didn’t believe she would. Her fingers came near to him again. He was terrified.
“Hey, hey it’s ok. Fuck I messed this whole thing up. I’m so bad at shit like this. Why don’t we try something else?” Melody sat back and changed the way her fingers hovered. One sat just in front of him. “I’m Melody, but maybe you knew that already.”
Kyrie took a deep breath and reached out for her finger. His nails easily dug into her skin, but she didn’t react. “Kyrie…”
“Nice to meet you, officially I guess.”
When she laughed, Kyrie's heart skipped. All this time he had wondered what she’d do. If she’d hurt him or call Caprice to kill him like a spider. They never had mice, but that was mostly because of Pel. She hated dealing with them in the walls, it was ten times worse at their size. He tightened his hold on her finger, using it as leverage to stand again. He felt so small next to her, he was supposed to be tall among borrowers.
“You didn’t hurt me,” he said. A smile was sent his way. A smile that he’d seen so many times, that he dreamed about facing him so many times. That in his worst nightmares smiled at him while Caprice killed him. “Why did you hide me? I thought you two don’t do that.”
“Oh,” she sighed. Her smile changed, softer than before. A warm far off look. “Well, to be honest when I was a kid I used to watch this show with little people your size. They had mouse tails though. I kind of figured if you were real it was the same as the show, I shouldn’t know about you and Caprice shouldn’t either.”
“Humans know about me?”
“No, creatures like you are just stories. A story that’s apparently real, but not one I get to tell.”
“So you… you won’t tell him about us?”
“Us…?” She tilted her head, it was cute, but he realized what he did. He let her know there were more. Kyrie ran, he had to get home. If she decided to change… He shook his head. Byss and Pel had to know. They had to be ready. “Wait!” Her hands slammed down around him. Kyrie couldn’t stop himself from ramming into them. He fell off his feet and looked up at those shing brown eyes.
He shook, the bit of confidence he was gaining died. At the end of the day she was human. She had control in this situation. Except her hands disappeared. She stood up, her full height a terrifying image. She walked away from him. Kyrie could run, get home, tell the others and they could move. Yet he couldn’t make himself leave.
“I shouldn’t have stopped you, I'm sorry,” she said. Her voice carried so easily. He wished his own could do that. “I mean, I’d be terrified if I was that small and someone did that. I just… I’m not going to hurt you or anyone like you.”
She turned around and her eyes were closed. She smiled, but it looked almost empty. There were things she talked about recently. Caprice was going where a lot of humans would be, humans they both knew, but she wasn’t. It was when he talked most often about her throwing things or punching things, when he mentioned their past.
“It’s ok really, I know I can be scary. I can leave the room if you want so you can run without wondering if I watched. Although I always kind of assumed you were coming out of the wall near my shelves,” she laughed again, but it was hollow. There was something that he’d heard faintly. He could barely understand what it meant, that she was a problem in high school. He didn’t really know what that was, but she wasn’t scary.
“I’m not afraid,” he said. Somehow his voice traveled like her own. Just like he wished it could. Her eyes opened wide, the shine he had been enamored by seemed to grow. She started to take a step forward, but hesitated.
“You can stay there while I play today if you want.” It was Kyrie’s turn to be shocked. He had so many questions that he always wanted to ask. Just considering how she knew what the fast moving letters met.
“Really? Won’t I get in the way?”
“How? It’s not like you’ll be sitting on my mouse.”
“You have a mouse?! I’ve never seen it?” Melody walked forward, sitting back in the chair. She leaned forward, a warm smile. She put a finger on the thing she always had her hand on.
“This is called a mouse. It’s not a real one, just because it used to kind of look like one. Mine’s a bit too glowy for that.”
“Can… Can I ask you questions?”
“I mean you kind of are aren’t you?” Kyrie was excited to be what made her laugh. He knew Byss would kill him later, but he liked this. He liked Melody, he’d liked her since they first got here. Even when she screamed in fear at bugs or begged Caprice to kill them. He wasn’t a bug right. “I sort of expect it, go ahead. I might ramble if it’s about the game though.”
“What am I?” It slipped out. He covered his mouth with his hands, he didn’t want to know. The bit of his dreams coming true would fall apart.
“A person? I mean is there a word I should know? That show I talked about said littles, but honestly sounds kind of weird to me. I mean humans don’t call elephants bigs or anything. I guess maybe you’re a brownie? Or some other fairy kind of thing?”
“What happens if I scare you?”
“Uh… you scare me? I’m not sure what you’re getting at.” Melody leaned forward again. Her hair surrounded him. This time he reached out, feeling the soft brown he’d been curious about. He wanted to ask so many things, but what if she decided to hurt him? “I mean Cap just barges into my room sometimes and scares me, I hit him once by accident. That’s kind of all I got.”
Kyrie didn’t know what to say. If she knew what he thought would she be mad? Would she change? At the same time he was scared she’d never hold him again. Her hands were soft and even unsure about what she was doing they made him feel safe. He didn’t want to be afraid of her, to wonder if she’d change. Except what if it was Pel or Byss they were shorter than him. Would it change what she saw…
“Why am I different?” he whispered. Melody leaned even closer. Her breath washed over him. He looked up and touched her face, she shivered. “What if I was the size of some of those bugs?”
“Is that what’s scaring you?” her words were soft, warm. It was all he could think of with her. “You’re not a bug. Even then if a spider could talk I’d be a lot less scared. I could ask it to leave rather than hope it won’t touch me.”
“So it’s because I talk?” Somehow that didn’t help. It made it worse, what if it was Pel and she was frozen. What if it was Byss and he refused?
“Well no, I mean obviously talking helps. I wouldn’t just volunteer to have something killed for no reason. I can ask Cap to stop killing bugs if that’s what worries you. I just have always been anxious about them…” She leaned back a bit. “You’re big for whatever you are, aren’t you?”
Kyrie could only bring himself to nod.
“Looking like a person definitely helps, but honestly I only really scream about spiders and house centipedes cause those things are terrifying. Although, I can be terrifying too. Maybe I’ll just need you to be the one to handle the bugs instead of Cap from now on.” He knew she was joking, but his cheeks flushed a bright red. He kind of liked the idea of protecting her. It helped that her voice was so quiet he knew no one else could have heard it. Not even another borrower.
“Let him go!” Byssal’s voice echoed in the room. Melody pulled back to look around, her eyes locking on the tiny man with green hair. Kyrie didn’t know what would happen next.
“Bye Mel!” Caprice’s voice yelled from somewhere else. This would be the time for her to call for him. To get help to take care of Kyrie, Byss, and Pel. Her hands surrounded him.
“Bye Cap, Have fun lemme know if you get any good gossip!”
Her hands disappeared and he was left in silence. He stumbled a bit away from her to see Byssal standing on the shelf of figures. The one added today made him look even smaller than normal. Melody stood up, the fact he knew she was short for humans made it worse. She walked over to Byssal and leaned close to look at him.
“Ok, I see why you’d be worried,” she said. Then she spun on her heel, marched back to Kyrie and reached for him. He tensed as her fingers grew close so she stopped and set her hand flat instead.
Kyrie could feel Byssal’s gaze. The older man had taught him so much, been almost like a father. Here he was breaking all the rules, talking to a human, going out when she was here alone, and now he was climbing right into her hand. He felt kind of big next to her though. Maybe her hands were small and he’d say it another time.
Melody curled her fingers up around him as soon as he was in her palm. She pulled him up from the table to her chest and honestly he liked it. He liked her powerful heart beating behind him. The soft feeling of her around him. He didn’t want her to put him down ever. He wanted more of this. Sadly she reached the shelf and brought her hand to Byssal.
“I won’t do anything to any of you,” she whispered. He looked back at her smile. “You’re free to tell me if you need anything. And I won’t tell my brother either.”
“She wasn’t keeping me,” Kyrie whispered. Byssal still glared at him. The older man grabbed his arm and dragged Kyrie off the warm palm. Together they disappeared into the wall, looking back he caught a glimpse of her waving. He could see in her eyes she didn’t think they’d meet again.
Byss dragged him through the walls. It would be easy enough to overtake the older man, but Kyrie didn’t want to make him angrier. By the time they reached home he wasn’t sure anything that happened was real. Melody being so kind, hiding him, saying he could protect her from what scared her.
“Kyrie!” Pel’s shout knocked him back to reality. She pulled him into a hug, she was less than half his height. “We were so worried. Why would you go out when you know the girl is the only one here?! She might have seen-”
“She did,” Byss cut her off. “I found him trapped on her desk. She just… gave him to me.”
“I wasn’t trapped!” Kyrie tried. Both his parental figures glared at him. Byss ran a hand down his face and sighed.
“We have a lot to discuss, and decide tonight.”
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Melody hadn’t felt great after meeting the tiny people in her home. Caprice wasn’t going to hurt them, but she would still keep quiet. It wasn’t likely they were even still there if the stuff from those old shows related to them at all. It had already been a day she had to get over it. The game she planned to finish sat staring in her face, but she didn’t really want to do it without her little audience.
For about the tenth time in as many minutes she let out a heavy sigh. Closed her games launcher and focused on a movie instead. There were plenty she liked watching, although she was a bit more interested in ones with tiny people which wouldn’t help right now. She had imagined meeting one when she was younger, but she never thought they’d think she’d want them dead.
Melody settled on a silly animated movie she watched a lot. She sat back in her chair and closed her eyes as the opening played. She’d heard it a hundred times, could picture the scenes in her head. It would help her relax at least.
“Isn’t it hard to watch these things like that?” Kyrie’s voice made her jump. She stared down at her desk, shocked to find the tiny man staring up at her. His smile was so wide it made her own face hurt. “You watch this one a lot, why is that? What are they called anyway? Oh… am I still allowed to ask you questions?”
Melody laughed, “It’s not like you got to ask any yesterday. I just like this, it’s called a movie. I closed my eyes because I know it so well… Is this your visit to tell me you’re leaving?”
He walked forward and two other people smaller than him walked out. Kyrie truly was big for his size. Next to him was the green haired one from yesterday, a little more than half Kyrie’s height and a blonde one even smaller. She leaned forward, frowning as the green haired one moved to protect the blonde one.
“You didn’t have to give me more proof,” she whispered. A vain hope it would lighten the tension. “I could already see why you were worried I’d hurt one of you. None of you had to come see me.”
“We’re here to talk with you,” the green haired one came forward. Melody nodded. “Humans like you are dangerous and we shouldn’t trust you. There’s more stories than I could ever tell to explain why talking to you like this is foolish-”
“What he means is we’re willing to take a risk if you’re willing to listen to some rules,” the blonde one cut the green haired man off.
“As long as it’s not killing someone I think I can probably listen.” Kyrie was beaming as he looked at her. No one had ever looked at her like that before, it made her struggle to keep her eyes on him.
“You won’t tell anyone, even the other human you live with, that we’re here. You won’t touch us unless we allow it or it’s to stop another human from seeing us.”
“What if you’re in danger and don’t know it? Like I don’t know a cat’s about to pounce or something?” The three small people shivered, Melody grimaced. It was clear she made a bad choice of example. The blonde stepped forward again.
“Those times are ok too. More so only if it’s an emergency.”
Melody nodded.
“You won’t ask us about what we are or others like us. No stories written about us either. Like the one you brought up, nothing like that.”
“I don’t think I’d be good enough to write about silly adventures you take. A hard hitting drama maybe,” the glares made her joke fall flat in her throat, “sorry it was a joke. Even if I wanted to take that route in my life, you’d have to give me the ok first. So I promise no stories.”
“If we ask for something you get it for us, no questions asked.” The green haired man crossed his arms. Something made her think this was the deal breaker.
“Ok, but if it’s hard to get or like really expensive can I ask in case there’s an alternative?”
“What’s expensive?” Kyrie’s question was almost a welcome interjection. He seemed to trust her at least.
“Like it’s hard for me to get or risky to get kind of things. Like if you ask for a diamond I kind of need to know why before I go and get myself into debt or prison or something.”
“We reserve the right not to answer.”
“Then I reserve the right to say no if it’s something unreasonably hard to get.”
The green haired man stared at her. She wasn’t sure what the next moments were going to lead to. He wasn’t happy with her answer, it was clear. She wasn’t going to promise and break it later. Eventually he sighed and stepped forward. A single miniscule hand was held out to her. She brought her finger and thumb close, carefully pinching it between both.
“Then we’ll be staying. You can call me Byssal,” he huffed. She followed as he moved his tiny arm up and down. When she let go it was hard to believe she hadn’t hurt him.
“I’m Pelago, Pel is just fine though!” the blonde smiled.
“I’m Melody, I hope I can prove you were right to trust me.”
The two turned to leave, she expected Kyrie to do the same. Instead he moved closer to her and sat down right in front of her keyboard. His brazen attitude was amazing. She didn’t know how to treat someone like this, but she liked it. She was careful as she switched from her headset to her speakers. Turning the volume down to protect the small man’s ears.
“Maybe, you can finish that game now?” he asked.
“Let’s finish the fight,” she smiled.