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Bwah? (Part Six)

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This is from Captain’s POV.

I cannot explain why, but I love watching Mister Snippy sleep. I do know that he has… disturbing… dreams. Nightmares. I hear him cry out in his sleep. But despite this, it takes a bellowing elephant to rouse him.

I never bothered to disguise my fascination in watching him. I liked to think that he felt protected when I stood watch over him at night, but I often caught a glimpse of a fearful or irritated expression in those bright blue eyes. Usually, he makes a face, turns his back to me, then drops off to sleep within a few minutes.

This night was no different. Mister Snippy was a little cranky after the princess dress fiasco. He kept sending me daggers with his eyes. He couldn’t see behind this silly mask, but I was smiling at him. He is usually angry at me, so I’ve chosen not to mind anymore.

When he slept he looked so… peaceful. I longed to reach out and run my hand down the side of his face. I slowly touched his cheekbone, tracing nonsense patterns down to his neck. His brow furrowed in his sleep, but his expression smoothed out after a few moments.

Such a peaceful face.

As the night wore on, I grew tired of simply watching. I could not stand it a second longer.

Without hesitation, I wound my arms tightly around his torso, laid down on the couch next to him and rested my head on his chest. I could hear his heartbeat, solid and comforting. His breathing was the thing that eventually lulled me into slumber myself.

“Bwah?”

That was the first thing I heard when I woke. I didn’t look up at him, yet. I allowed the minutes to pass. His fingers traced along the edge of my cap. It was lovely.

I held him a little more tightly. “Mister Snippy?”

“Yes?” His voice was hesitant, and a little wary.

A wide, hidden grin broke over my face. “Today, we’re going on an adventure!”

“Oh… goody.”

“Don’t be like that!” I sat up on him, planted my hands on his shoulders and pinned him down. To my amusement, pink spread across his cheeks.

“Get off.”

“No.” My fingers gripped onto the sides of his hood and I snuggled back down, our legs tangling together.

“Bwah… Uh… I-I…” He floundered for a minute, then gave up and started tracing his finger along the rim of my cap again. Soothing. I heard his heartbeat gradually slow. He started humming lightly. I held back a laugh as I recognized the national anthem of Captainia.

“Que Sera, Sera…” I said lazily.

He chuckled. “Yeah.”

I poked at his chest. “We must seek out the Ultimate Banana Lord, Mister Snippy.”

“Why?”

“So he can give us delicious banana cookies, of course!” Minions ask such silly questions, sometimes.

“Ah. Of course.”

“Yes,” I said. “He is located quite far away from here. It will be quite a hike!”

I heard him sigh ever so slightly. “Hmm. Okay.” Clearly, he wasn’t thrilled. Probably because he was still sleepy.

“The Ultimate Banana Lord is a being to be feared, indeed,” I said, my voice softening.

“Really?” he asked with interest. I got the feeling he was mocking me, but I ignored it. “What’s he like?”

“Tall,” I said, suppressing a yawn. “Yellow.”

“Is that all?”

“No.”

“Oh?”

“But I’m not entirely sure. I’ve never met him.”

There was a slight pause. “Aha.” He sounded amused.

I ignored this, too, and pushed myself up, jumping onto my feet. “Well! We have quite a day ahead of us, don’t we?”

“Yeah.” Snippy slung his legs over the side of the couch and stretched. His shirt rode up on his stomach. I resisted the urge to poke his belly-button.

He rubbed at his eyes and ruffled his hair. “I’m going to go hunt around for some food. Why don’t you wake Gromov and Pilot?”

“Excellent idea, Mister Snippy!” I clapped my hands. Sometimes he had wonderful ideas!

He nodded, replacing his mask and goggles, hiding his handsome face from me.

Sigh.

Too bad.

I watched him head down the stairs before jumping over to Engie and yanking hard on his hood, jerking him from sleep.

“AUGH!” His head snapped up and cracked into the wall he was leaning against. It sounded ouch.

He moaned a little and rubbed his head. “Seven… Ugh… Don’t do that…”

Seven? It had been a long time since I had been called that. I remembered distinctly not liking it.

I told him this. “Don’t call me Seven. My name is Zee Captain.”

I must have sounded a little scary because I could see his wide eyes behind his amber goggles. “Oh… Sorry, Captain…”

I waved a dismissive hand before his nose. “Never you mind. I have a very important task for you.”

He crossed his arms, head tilted to the side and begging the question with his posture.

“I want you to build me a unicorn!”

Silence for a moment. “A unicorn?” His every syllable was choked.

“Yes, mein minion! A unicorn. Can you do that?”

“I…”

“Excellent!” Pleased with his accepting attitude, I dashed off in search of Pilot. As predicted, he was curled up in the bathtub with Mister Kittyhawk. What a lovely friendship they share! Like me and my Snippy…

Pilot was always a light sleeper. As soon as he heard my boots enter the room, he leaped out of the tub and stood at attention with a salute. Ah! So eager!

“Pilot!” I said, folding my hands under my chin. “We are off to go search for the Ultimate Banana Lord today!”

“Oh! Great! When do we go?”

“When Snippy gets back and Engie finishes making the unicorn.”

“Don’t count on it!” he shouted from the next room. I ignored him.

“Mein Pilot,” I said, tapping the front of my mask ponderfully. “Would you be so kind as to fetch me a pair of flying shoes?”

“Sir, yes sir!” he said loudly. “Flying things are my specialty!”

“Of course they are,” I said warmly. “Now hurry! Be back before breakfast!”

He zoomed off, his arms straight out to the side like airplane wings, making whooshing sounds as he flew down the stairs.

Such an imagination!

While my minions busied themselves amongst their various tasks, I explored the territory around the base, putting up nice colourful, “KEEP OUT” signs. Honestly, many of our neighbors have no concept of personal space! Why, one fellow with a long cloak and very long fingers just waltzed right into our last base and gave us quite a fright. Mister Snippy showed him out, but his voice was a little funny—higher than normal. I didn’t think much of it, but he later explained that our visitor intended to eat us, which really wasn’t very nice. I’m glad Mister Snippy managed to get rid of him.

I hummed to myself as I tacked the last sign up on a building, then picked up a rock and tossed it viciously at a nearby traffic light. It was mocking me so, with its shiny red and green glass. I smiled as it shattered into a billion Christmas-coloured pieces.

“Captain?”

I turned my head. Mister Snippy was behind me, his bag slung over his shoulder and his gun hanging down by his side.

I could feel my cheeks heat a little, fogging my goggles ever so slightly. Very handsome. Very striking. Almost as handsomely striking as myself.

“Hello, mien Sniper!” I said cheerily, waving him over. He complied, to my delight, and came to stand beside me.

“Hi,” he said. He still sounded a little tired, and a little winded. One hand was wrapped protectively around his ribs.

I decided to do a quick test.

I poked him in the chest.

“OW!” He swore colourfully, then diminished it down to a whimper. “Why did you do that?”

“Just to see if you were hurt.”

“I am! Don’t do that!”

“What happened?”

He muttered something about slipping when running away from a mutant.

When I was small and got skinned knees from running around outdoors, my Mama would always give me a hug. It was like medicine. It made me feel better. I closed my arms around Snippy’s torso, nestling our fronts together, resting my chin on his shoulder.

“Captain?” His voice was oddly high.

“Yes?”

He flinched a little. I spoke too loud. Oops.

“Nothing,” he said with a sigh. He unwound his arm from around himself and wrapped it around my shoulders.

Ah! Interesting!

“Mister Snippy!” I said joyously. “I never knew you gave such wonderful hugs!”

“Uh… Yeah, I guess?”

I stepped back and pointed a finger at him. He went cross-eyed trying to focus on it. Funny!

“I promote you to senior hugging officer!” I said.

“Bwah?”

I took that to mean yes.
I AHM SORRY. I just kept forgetting about this. I decided to quickly dash out another chapter before school starts on the third. Depending on how things play out, you may or may not get more chapters than normal. I’m usually more productive when I’m busy. After all: if you want something done, ask a busy person!

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Veleriphon's avatar
Only slightly more ridiculous than the comic.  Captain is so loving;  ain't he just?