The Four Nations

I entered the main hall only to find my old man stuffing his cheeks with food. Bent on increasing the already big amounts of... ehrr, volume, already present on him. I sat down on the chair opposite of him before putting my feet at the table as an act of defiance. Just as i had planned that provoked an angry reaction from the blob at the opposite end of the table, expressed as something reminscent of an angry (apperantly) burp. My dad chugged down the last bits of a chicken leg before he proceeded to scold me "How dare you behave like that? I raised you, gave you everything you wanted. And yet you behave like some wayward deliquent!" I merely raised an eyebrow at him -you can\'t imagine how it feels to be lectured of proper ettiquette by a fat pig in a tight kimono that beds several women each night, and who also happen to eat like a starved pig. Yeah. I think you see my point.



My father continued his grand speech "I\'ve had enough of you, you impudent child. Do not push my patience any further, or the consequences will be dire indeed" I rolled my eyes at the empty threat. I so happened to be the only child of the man, which was miracolous indeed concidering his nighttime activities. Anyhow, I think we\'ll leave it at that.



For those of you who like detailed descriptions of peoples appearance, and want me to tell you about my old mans, well. Its quite simple, he is a short and obviously fat thing in his early fifties with only a few strands of blue hair on his head. And yeah, its natural. Don\'t bother to ask me of why it is like it is, I\'m not that enlightened. Right, back to the situation at hand, my dad stood up from his chair before he walked over to where i sat. Before lifting his chubby hand only to bring it down at a slap to my cheek. The blow was surprisingly powerfull as it slammed me down to the floor beside the chair, where i lay for some moments, catching my breath. My father then continued in a regal tune "Son, you are to stay in your room for three days, your servant will come up with food now and then, but you are otherwise forbidden to talk to anyone. I blame myself for this. It is only natural you\'re like this, being her son. But before you go" I frowned as guards snuck up on me from behind. Grabbing my arms and forcing them behind my head before heaving me onto my feet. My father cleared his throat, his gaze locking with mine for a brief moment before he spoke once again "Grimmjow.. I\'m, ashamed of you"



The words hit me like a punch in the gut. I was caught off guard, my head hung down as I was showed off to my chamber by the guards. As i turned around to my dad, I saw that he flashed one of those self satisfied grins of his. Seeing this, something inside me loosened up. And my lips curled into a psycothic grin as laughter bubbled up my throat, before being released from my lungs with full force. I heard the guards shift nervously at my sudden outburst, before i stopped for a brief moment. Turning to my old man, I told him softly "Hey.. Dad, You\'ll pay for this.. I swear it" My dad turned deadly pale before he shouted to the guards "Throw him in the cell instead! And make sure he doesn\'t get out until he\'s calmed down!" The guards nodded once before tightening their grip around me and putting up their pace. Me, well, i just began laughing again, and I went on with it until I was thrown into the cold cell and heard the slamming of a door behind me, and the clack of someone locking the door.



Then. It all left me, I realised where I was, and I inwardly cursed my own foolishness. I hated these situations, my head told me to get a grip. But, I always ended up in bad situations in the end. They wanted me to change who I was, I had tried, but. They never seemed to understand it just werent that simple. I felt like a bird in a cage, if I attempted to fly away, they\'d clip my wings. If I stayed I would lose myself and become something I didn\'t want to become. I had to find a path inbetween those choices. One that allowed me to be myself but yet keep the image they wanted of me.



I let my thoughts slip away as I instead concentrated on getting some rest. The blanket in the cell was full of holes, there were no food either. And the only roommates i had was a tiny colony of coachroaches. Just great, figuring that I had to generate my own warmth I got into a corner before curling myself together as best as I could. Tommorow, I would find a solution. With that vow in my conciousness i slowly drifted off into dreamless slumber.