Preferably Perfect
Summary: Perfection. "Marisu has always been perfect," Paranoia. "What are you then?" "The complete opposite." The effects of having a mary-sue as a sister.
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A pretentious curl of her lips, and Marisu could get whatever she wanted.
Her faux innocence stung eyes, and fogged brains with simple lies. She could make something idiotic sound completely genius.
It was like secret seduction art, capable of her and herself only.
Sakurai wouldn't- refused even- to let her sister to fill her head up with the self-given ego of a fake identity.
"Do you think this looks good on me?" Marisu hampered on and on how her life was a lie, but clearly she enjoyed it.
Sistersdidn't lie to each other, but she had smoothly destroyed what connection they had as family. She didn't respond to Marisu's turmoil.
Sakurai could care less of how Marisu's emotions geared, but Marisu knew how to push buttons and throw her sister on the edge.
"Fine," She snarled, her pink lips pressed to a scowl. "You're obviously no help."
She continued to throw around her collection of brand clothing like rich men threw money to strippers. Now that was disgusting.
For the moment, she considered if Marisu was a stripper.
She stared at the back of her form, her frantic movements setting some emotion into the atmosphere.
Frustration.
"I'm not helping," Sakurai drawled. "I'm not your keeper, so don't expect me to help you." Marisu frowned contemplatively.
Her brow furrowed as her fists clenched in fury. "You're supposed to help me! We're sisters. We're supposed to look out for each other! You promised. We're only fifteen!"
Her curls bounced frigidly, as she stared Sakurai down.
Sakurai sighed, leaning against the wall confronted by a memory.
We're sisters now! Promise me you'll be by my side! She shook her head slowly, turning away from Marisu's seemingly fake tears. She didn't want to see them dribbling down her cheeks like a baby.
"The promise died the moment mom and dad died." She stated, drawing the syllables painfully.
She shrugged, her shoulders feeling like lead. How could a simple conversation spark some stupid emotions?
If she could label her buttons, this would be how the list would go-
Grief. Marisu broke out in sobs as her crumpling form flopped on the bed, digging her head to the pillows.
Pain. Sakurai gripped her arm, feeling the sting of nail breaking skin.
Anger. "I'd advise you to stop talking to me if all you can give is alligator tears. Change and we'll go." Her harsh words stung with the truth.
Tears. Sakurai couldn't help that she collapsed on the other side of the closed door, her eyes feeling moist.
These were all the emotions that Marisu made her feel in a moment, without even trying. These were buttons she could push, but Sakurai could never reveal the aftermath.
She would make sure of that.
Marisu hated mirrors, and 4 post beds that suffocated her nightmares. She didn't like looking at mirrors because she could see a doll.
A Victorian doll that looked perfect, out of place- and unused. Her nightmares consisted of something preferably horrifying.
She was afraid, afraid of everything.
She was afraid of her sister, even though she was a pain, and her bravery, and her sheer confidence.
Sakurai didn't care if she was mocked or beaten, scowled or bruised- she just trudged through life with a scowl. Just for me, Marisu mused.
She knew her sister was trying her best.
Marisu wasn't trying her best at all.
She tossed and turned in bed on purpose, to upset Sakurai's light cycle of sleep.
She antagonized her at school, calling her 'scary big sister'. Everyone fell for it,
And she didn't even have to try.
That day at school, she pushed Sakurai away when she dropped her books.
She threw her lunch in the garbage.
Sakurai didn't do anything but stare blankly.
Marisu was infuriated by Sakura's behavior, so she called the principal and blatantly accused her.
But tonight, Sakurai looked up at Marisu and snorted. "Childish," She mused, folding her hands together.
She walked up the stairs in a snide manner, a smirk etched to her face.
Marisu couldn't be more embarrassed.
How's the story so far? Please review! I'd love to see your opinion! They will not be meeting any canon characters yet. I decided to re-write it because Perfect Insanity was too short for my liking. The chapters were rushed and didn't have much detail to them. Sorry the chapter was so short! Keep waiting for the next chapter!