Sweet bygones

Another day, another drafting. Except this time it was chaotically concerning. People were much frantic, pushing each others in visible spiraling.

Natasha's eyes moved on the hexagono as quickly as she can, while replying to whoever is in front of her. Since they don't know that hexagonos are used by one's retinas some are quick to assume they're being ignored.

'Nope, we won't finish before a commotion happen. I can feel it in the air.' She barged to the management unit after finishing the person in front of her.

"Chamomile quenchy! Quick we need clam them down." Kitchen people whispered at each other, avoiding adding more noise to the mix.

Karaza jumped between her steps to avoid stepping on anybody and to reach the food station quicker, putting the thirty liters dispenser on the table for another to pour for people. She walked back to the kitchen.

'It's less people than my first drafting but it's more hectic.' She quickly scanned the square.

And just when things started to calm down a fight broke between some people.

"Woah Stop!" Some government workers were breaking off the fight.

While Karaza was sprinting back and forth she saw a pregnant woman getting pushed by the bodies of others.

She jumped, catching her last minute before she could fall. They looked at each other in frozen fear.

She sat her down away from the chaos but before her ear caught a faint struggling yelp. A medic lifting an injured kid up, trying to get out of the midst of the fight.

She took the kid and grabbed the medic's arm, almost lifting her up and putting her in an emptier spot.

Some stoped the altercation to witness the raw strength of a half albino until a stray hand accidentally slapped her across the face.

The wise stoped fighting as she gave them the glare. The other half wasn't so wise.

"I got the permission!" Natasha came to the shaded square with a big censer, smoke followed her as she circled around.

The workers covered their noses, Karaza enjoyed the smell that won't be enough to sedate her. But it sure did its job as the people fighting started sitting down like soft noodles.

"We. Got. You." These three words echoed in different languages. No anger or frustration. Voice not loud either, just clear.

The visibility of certain someone standing on the counter with megaphone, chrome thigh high boots and pear pattern short overalls helped redirect the attention too.

The words did it's job, more people headed to the counter and Natasha stopped the smoke.

'W-what it that on her head? A clown wig?!' She squinted at her arch nemesis the answer was more shocking.

'A clown wig shaped shower cap?! Where'd she got that?! That's absolutely dangerous!'

"We're a little liberal with sleeping gas here." Natasha who was closer to her told her. Expecting a perplexed moral reaction. 

"Uh..cool?"

"No you looked confused and you're still kinda new here so..."

"You know how some people look mean when they rest their faces, I look confused when I rest mine."

"...oh."

"Please stay away from me before you became awkward."

"Shhh, please don't say anything that insinuate ostracizing someone because of possible contagiousness." She said before dashing to work.

The square got finally cleared. It was mentally draining more than physically exhausting for most.

She gave the hexagonal shaped vacuum head a stare before getting to work.

'There still many things I don't know...When will I stop being a new comer?'

She walked to the counter to hand some lost dropped items, Momo and Roxy were there too.

"You almost broke protocol." Momo noted.

"I don't work here anymore." Roxanne said coldness masked some irritation.

It was a brief exchange but it was tense in its distance, Karaza was a bit uncomfortable.

'Come on Momo, don't feud with someone who can flick you dead...'

She didn't knew humans much, but she knew the wild enough to know that Roxy was actuallyannoyed with him.

So she inserted herself in their personal space, staring at the shower cap.

Roxy looked at her dress, light blue with a yellow sun on the left and a red roof house on the right. The end of the dress where green with some flowers. Total child drawing.

"...PEAK- I mean...notorious as usual! Mortal enemy." Roxy said.

She sighed in relief mentally when the theatrics came back. But she just stared at the shower cap.

"What? they got me in a weird time." She explained.

"Everything shower?"

"No I don't do those. The 21 of the month I do a hair mask."

"You don't do...Weirdo."

The drafted people went home, other supervisors went to complete paperwork. Karaza was about to head home too, passing by Patitcha and other worker talking.

"What we gonna do?"

"It's alright, I'll find somebody.." Patitcha replied.

Karaza was about to pass peacefully with a nod if not for the wrapped bodies in white behind them. It was getting dark but she knew what she saw.

"Is everything alright?" She dared to ask.

"Yeah..it's just the gravedigger fell ill." She looked at the bodies again, then glanced at the boarder where the last Saturn shaped object flew.

'Some nations don't bury sick people sometimes.'

"Shall I do it?"

"No, you don't have to. I'm gonna find someone tomorrow."

"In this heat and humidity?" She looked at her unsure eyes.

"Just a sec. I'll change." She continued.

At that day the general hospital was as busy as the boarder but in a different way. Alleys empty and quite. Operation rooms full. A faint buzz of magnets fills the air. Almost no one in the waiting rooms.

At almost midnight the nameless surgeon walked to the new graves, a bottle in his hand.

"Hi." He rasped quietly, seeing her sitting down, not expecting to meet someone at midnight.

He walked up, she noted the bottle in his hand.

"You buried them all?" He caught a glimpse of dirt in her dress shirt and pants.

"Yeah, the gravedigger got sick." She murmured.

"It's an old tradition." He raised the bottle, opening it and pouring some over each gravestone. The smell of antiseptic creeped to her lungs. The clouds moved away. Not covering the Saturn shaped objects anymore. Light from the stars reflected on the pouring liquid.

"You didn't have to though." He said as conversation starter, pouring on the last gravestone.

"You too. But everyone deserve a proper burying." She rasped. standing up, dusting herself.

He looked at the graves with a complicated expression. Agreeing without words.