An Unscratched Surface: Part 15

After the initial shooshing, everything was a motherfucking blur that all up and got its soothe on in Gamzee's thinkpan. Truth ends up being that between the being shooshed in her arms and getting his realization on as he's curled up with Kayana on top of a pile of pillows, Gamzee ain't got a single remembering of what happened. All he knew was that now he was here on the pillow pile, his head in Kanaya's lap and her fingers brushing through his hair all gentle and pale-like. The fact that she was here was a miracle, one Gamzee wasn't about to question the source of. That didn't mean he was all up and going to be quiet though.

"Like this pillow," he mumbled reaching out and brushing his fingers over one that was all velvet of cerulean with little jade stitches all covering it in pretty flowers.

"If it is your desire, I shall see to the creation of one in a more appropriate style for your own enjoyment."

"Sounds wicked nice, sister, but a palebro has got to up and get his ask on about something."

"Of course. I would expect nothing less considering what has just come to pass. Ask and I shall endeavor to answer to your satisfaction."

"Where are we all up and at getting our pile on?"

When he turned his gaze up to look at his moirail, he was met with a pure jade gaze that was all up and full of pity. Thinking about it, they hadn't been that pure of a color last time he'd seen them, though they had been all up and dripping pity. Had it really been a sweep since he'd last seen his friend? Had it really been a sweep since his final meeting with the thinkrapist? Obviously, after what had just all up and happened, he shouldn't have stopped going.

"We are currently occupying the respite block of one Vriska Sekret."

"And just why are we all up and doing that? Wouldn't think that Spided would be wicked appreciative of of us getting our feels on in his hive."

"Spided isn't going to say a damn thing about anything. Not so long as Fussyfangs keeps you from flipping out again."

The new voice made Gamzee sit up, carefully though so he didn't all up and accidentally hurt his moirail, and look around for its source. He eventually found another female troll in the room, leaning back in a spinning wheeled chair by a husktop desk. The troll was looking at him, grinning all evil like, and looking all up and relaxed in baggy pants, a collared shirt, and a cerulean blue t-shirt with a scorpio sign embroidered on it. Her long hair was all up and pulled into a hoof-beast tail, but unlike Gamzee's own, there weren't any stray hairs pulling out. Vriska—Gamzee couldn't help but know it was that troll with those colors, that symbol, and those cerulean flecked black eyes—sighed and shook her head, and when Gamzee looked at her he couldn't help but note she didn't have anywhere near the class his wicked palesis had in her littlest finger.

"I don't..." Gamzee started to say, only to quiet up as Kanaya ran a hand through his hair. Apparently the sister had all up and taken his hair down so she could stroke it and shoosh him.

"Sekret has extended her protection to you regarding this matter. Now that the whole of the situation is understood, she was more than forthcoming with her assistance."

"Situation? Assistance? Kanaya, why are we in Vriska's room?"

His moirail twisted on the pile of pillows they were on, gathered his hair into her hands, and began to calmly section it into pieces.

"Answer's simple, nookpan," Vriska laughed. "My matesprit needed help, so I diffused everything. I did all the defusing."

"Kanaya..." Gamzee said, turning to face her and thus dragging the beginnings of a braid out of her hands. "Sister, why didn't you all up and tell me that you had yourself a flushed girl?"

"You never questioned as to whether or not I did," Kanaya pointed out, placing a hand on the side of his head and turning his face away so she could get back to her braiding. "And, in the defense of my telling or lack thereof, you failed to inform me that the troll of which you spoke to me so recently was none other than Mr. Vantas."

"Karkat? What's he motherfucking got to do with..." Except he knew, didn't he? If Vriska was Kanaya's matesprit, then his palesis was likely here often enough to be familiar with a brother like Karkat. Of course, that just meant that telling her about Karkat by name would have been a wicked mistake, right? Or would Vriska have helped them earlier, kept Terezi from being hurt, if he'd just known to ask Kanaya for the help instead?

"I have been employed as Mr. Vantas's thinkrapist for nearly a sweep now. I encountered Vriska thanks to this. We discovered our pity for each other through several perigee's interaction, and officially declared our quadrant last perigee. I must admit that it had not occurred to me that the guidance adjustor office that you would undoubtedly be assigned to would lead to your encountering of Karkat, much less Terezi. Nor did I expect that you should come to forge a bond with our... aggressive friend. Had I known, I would have endeavored to assist you in your attempts to liberate Karkat from the custody of Spided..."

"Just because Spided isn't the..."

"Vriska," Kayana cut her matesprit off, "Please be aware that it would not do for you to agitate Gamzee at this interval. Let us consider you and your guardian to be quiet fortunate that I was here to intercede with my moirail."

"And how about you consider yourselves lucky for my helping. Without that Spided would be pressing all of the charges right now. If it wasn't for my..."

"Woah, sister, let's not all up and get angry with each other here. You two are supposed to be matesprits, yeah? Ain't right for you sisters to be ruining that miracle with no arguing. And I'm not about to play ashen if you get wicked cruel, because I'm not losing my moirail to a motherfucking pointless fight."

Kanaya at least had the presence of mind to look all reprimanded, whereas Vriska was just grinning herself silly as if the idea amused her.

"Either way, you saw what Gamzee was capable of," Kanaya said with a sigh, "and that with his moirail and someone he is temporarily acting as the moirail for attempting to bring a cease to his behavior."

Someone he is temporarily...

"Karkat," Gamzee gasped out, moving to jump to his feet, only to have Kanaya's strong grip on his hair all tug him off balance. He fell back into the pile of pillows, whimpering all the while and rubbing the back of his head where it hurt.

"Is being escorted back to your hive by Ms. Pyrope. He was rather upset by your behavior, even though it was on his behalf, and overwrought that he was unable to quell your anger. When he explained that your guardian was likely on his way back to your hive, and how concerned he was with Spided's threats of pressing charges against you, Vriska acted according to my requests. She informed her guardian that were he to press charges because of this situation, she would offer some evidence she had of misconduct to the appropriate authorities. When Spided gave his word that he would not speak, she called upon Ms. Pyrope to escort Karkat to your hive. We deemed it best that Goatad not arrive and find him gone and you no where to be found. I shall be sending you after him once I am assured that you shall not act out once more."

"You called that acting out?" Vriska asked, rolling her eyes. "He was pummeling Spided! Like he didn't even realize what he was doing."

"I knew," Gamzee mumbled to himself, but he knew Kanaya had to be shaking her head. She'd never blamed him for his behavior. Not when he got like this. She knew, after all, what Gamzee had never shared with anyone but his guardian. Kanaya knew about the rage. Knew that once it got a motherfucking hold of him, Gamzee was mastered by his anger. It all up and made a brother do things he didn't want to do. Made him angry, made him hurt trolls, made him break things, made him rage in his sleep until everything was all up and ruined when he woke up.

Kanaya had been the thinkrapist in training that he'd been taken to when Goatad just couldn't figure out what to do. She, watched over by her own schoolfeeder, had worked with Gamzee for sweeps to teach him to get his rage all up and controlled. She'd made the wicked voices in his head quiet down, made the rage easier to ignore. She'd even give him her Trollian so he could go to her whenever he had an attack outside of their sessions. When he'd finally been released from her care, finally had himself all up and under control, they'd parted ways in person, but never online. It was for the best, really, because she was here, knowing how to handle him and the rage when he needed her the most.

And yet, the only thing he could think of was just how Karkat was taking this. He'd never meant to let his flushcrush temporail know about the rage. Never meant to let it touch his miracle life. And now...

Now he didn't know what was going to happen.