Izumi spent money on a lot of things that ended up being invisible. Not pointless, not something that got thrown away. It wasn't money poured straight into the trash. It was just... not visible any more is all.
Like her tattoos. They didn't exist anymore but she didn't feel regretful about that, didn't feel like it was a waste; they were still hers, they were still something she possessed even if nobody else could see it anymore. She currently had a tattoo on her leg, a swarm of butterflies on her calf was cut off, torn halfway through.
It wasn't like there was a ridge where it had been clawed through, nothing to show for it other than brightly coloured insects that frayed into pale skin. When she ran her fingers over it she expected to feel a difference, but there wasn't one. If she touched it with her eyes closed she wouldn't be able to tell where her old skin blended seamlessly into new skin.
(She felt like Frankenstein's monster, pieced together of different body parts, but all the parts fit together neatly)
(But they were different parts of her, new)
(It felt disjointed and wrong in her mind)
Piercings sometimes lasted longer, they only disappeared if the pierced chunk of her for whatever reason got ripped off of her body. If a piercing was still on the part of the 'main' body that regenerated, it'd still exist. Sometimes she'd wake up with one ear pierced and not the other.
(Her piercer was the same one who'd pierced both her ears)
(He recognized her)
(She never went back)
(Somewhere in the back of her mind she thought, maybe she should be a little less reckless with her lives)
(But mostly she just didn't care that much)
Getting her nails done too. She liked it, it was fun. Cute designs and cuter beauticians, it was a good time. Like piercings, the manicures would stay so long as that body part remained attached when she died. But most of the time, even if the manicure survived it was still ruined usually. It wasn't uncommon for Izumi to revive and find only a couple of her false nails remained, even if they were still broken, covered in blood.
She felt like a cup that was filled to the brim, overflowing while someone continued to pour in water. The particles got thicker, denser.
"Kuro-chan," She greeted, leaning out over her balcony and taking a deep drag from the straight between her fingers.
She contemplated her next tattoo, next piercing, her next manicure.
Long arms slipped over her shoulder, hugging her.
Izumi thought about her invisible tattoos, her invisible piercings, invisible nail art and relished in the invisible creature that embraced her from behind, chattering away old phrases she hadn't remembered saying for a long time. Some of them she wished would disappear more deeply than anything else.
She wished she would disappear, more so than any of her invisible features.
A mitigation she was never going to get.
-SiCanFly
