Porcelain-white hands pressed against the long glass mirror, leaving streaks of sweat from shaky fingers behind as it traced patterns endlessly, over and over. Her face was as white as a sheet, eyes wide and showing signs of insanity and desperation. One of her hands curled into a fist and she struck out at the mirror, suddenly infuriated by the reflection she saw there. The reflection of a woman – a sad, terribly fragile woman, trying to play God. There was no God. God did not exist in this forsaken hell. This room, dark and boundless; it was hell. She hated it. Akito Sohma hated it.
She wiped the fresh blood from the side of her fist, glancing down to the broken glass that reflected the moon. The early morning sky was illuminated with stars. So cheerful, they seemed to be mocking the woman as they danced wildly. A bright bluish hue streamed through the large window, and cast an eerie, chalky glow over her face. Her vacant eyes narrowed slightly. The thin, tangled hair hung loosely around her face, and her mouth pressed into a thin line. The stars were mocking her.
Mocking God. Yes, she was God. She was God! Akito's mouth opened to scream at them, to shame those stars…but she closed it again. The stars would not listen. Only they would. Her precious beloveds. Of course they would. All twelve (thirteen, counting that stupid cat – she sneered) of them; they could not resist her will. They were undeniably attached to her. One happy banquet…God and his animals…God and his animals…it was happy. They were hers, everyone was happy, damn it!
Angrily, the pale figure flicked the blood still dripping from her hand onto the floor, silently marveling how the liquid, such a bright red, appeared black in the indigo decor of the room. She sneered at it.
The black streamed silently across the shattered glass. Its rivulet widened and narrowed as it curled around the paper fans and calendars she had thrown carelessly onto the floor. It died the wooden floor, flowing between the boards. Her eyes relaxed, and she turned again towards the wide, circular window. The faintest layer of yellow touched the roofs of the ancient houses, piercing into the calming blue and fading the jovial stars out of sight. The sunlight invaded her vision. She squinted her eyes, glancing down at her hands. They seemed paler still, when illuminated. The glow bleached her skin, and tinted her dark hair. Allowing the bridge of her nose to wrinkle, she glared angrily at the growing sun. The sun forced the dark she previously hated out of view, making everything seem much more real. Suddenly finding herself longing for the comfort of the dimly lit sky, she willed away the sun. She created night for herself, covering her blank eyes with her arm. The thin stream of blood continued from her hand, glinting an unmistakable crimson. Hidden in the remaining long shadows of the room, the elixir remained a disgustingly deep hue of navy.
Woo! This is the first installment in my series of one-shots, Color! INFINITE THANKS TO AIIRO HOSHI FOR HELPING ME OUT! She did so much to help! Paragraphs one and three are written by her. Check out her page, she's a great author, with a lot of very original ideas.
R&R please!