She had been completely separated from the rest of the world. No one spoke to her, or smiled at her, or even cared to cast a glance in her direction. The most any of her peers had ever done for her was acknowledge her existence with endless teases and tortures. And that knowledge alone was enough to kill most of the pompous females who attended her school. Yet, somehow, she remained completely unfazed. No bully could hit her hard enough, no teacher could poke fun at her long enough, no insult could make her sad enough, and nobody could drop her low enough.
So it had become quite boring for people to try anymore. The jokes had ceased just like the punches and now all that remained was pure loneliness. At least, that's how another child might see it. In reality, she couldn't have cared less about the other children neglecting her in stony silence. She had her very own host of wonderful friends just waiting to be called upon when the time came. But, of course, none of them were real. It seemed to be her and her imagination against the rest of the world. And, as you can imagine, someone in that position would occasionally get a bit lonesome. The odd thing was that she always came to them.
"Would you like to play with us?" she gave a thin lipped smile as she spoke the inquiry to two identical red headed boys. They were both sitting opposite her on a pristine, brown bench holding hands through the mittens that kept their fingers warm in the early winter. The female in front of them was not so lucky. She had gloves, but they were impossible to place on her hands. It was always very tricky for her to feel her fingers into the right holes with no assistance. The maids at home were all quite rude to her, regardless of her high position over them. She also lacked any sort of winter coat due to such clothing being even more impossible to place on her body than gloves. Buttons seemed to be her greatest weakness. So, instead of savoring the warmth of layered clothing on a snowy day like the one they were experiencing, she sat on the icy ground wearing a bright orange, long-sleeve shirt beneath another of day glow yellow. The entire day her top had been inside out, but the other children had cared more about laughing at her than helping her. Luckily, she had managed to find a pair of thick pants to wear for the day so there was still a bit of heat in her body.
"Why do you say 'us'," the twin on the left began, pausing slightly.
"When there is only you?" his rightmost counterpart finished the sentence with perfection. The female in front of them simply laughed. A sweet, childish giggle that showed off her naive six year old mind and bounded through the playground with untainted glee. She turned a pair of eyes towards the twin on the right and stared at him. His frown darkened. The two orbs glaring him into upset looked like bowls of swirling milk, mixing and changing more and more the closer you watched them. They were the reason nobody liked young Miss Michi Mitsuru. She was blind. She'd never seen colors or shapes, she'd never seen the sun or the moon, she'd never seen birds in the sky or the sky itself. She had never laid eyes upon her own reflection.
"Hikaru, you spoke first, and Kaoru, you went second." Michi pointed the fact out with ease. The twins, who had both only just been wearing frowning darkly at the female attempting to enter their world, allowed their expressions of distaste to ease into ones of satisfaction. This was the seventh week. Every day she asked to play with them, and every day she got the question correct. She was the only child to ever enter their world and they were the only children to enter hers. Michi picked up a big grin, groping around in order to try and find a place to sit on the bench. Kaoru took her hand and helped her into the space beside him.
"If you know I'm going to get it right, why do you keep asking me?"
"You didn't get it right." the two said, telling the calm and passive lie in unison. Michi frowned. She was a bit perplexed at first, wondering if she truly had gotten things incorrect that time around, but it all feel into place a second later.
"Don't be silly, if I'd gotten it wrong, you would've sent me away. But you didn't, you helped me find the bench instead which means I got it right." Michi's frown disappeared. The identical Hitachiin twins looked stunned for a moment, as if they'd both been struck across the face. It was the same reaction they had experienced the first time Michi was able to tell them apart. The only way to find out who was who would be the way their hair was parted, though they made sure it was never consistent. But Michi didn't know what a part was, what hair looked like, or even the fact that the twins were identical. To her, they were two completely separate beings instead of a single, mixing entity with two identities. Michi saw them as what they were. Two entirely different boys with their own personalities and preferences. The Hitachiin brothers were still a bit unsure of whether they liked that or not. But it was obvious that they enjoyed her company immensely whether they talked, played, or simply watched the snow fall. Though, when watching anything, Michi spent her time horrified by the thought she'd been abandoned. She was terrified that her only real friends, and she only knew them to be alive after listening to her peers discuss them, would one day walk out on her. But today was not the day for desertion. So the trio of neglected children sat together for hours on end, ignoring the school bell's chimes and smiling in frozen calm.
"She's never coming back, is she?" Hikaru frowned darkly, spinning a half full teacup with one finger. He was sitting adjacent to his brother, looking over a decently sized breakfast table. His amber eyes glided over white tablecloth and empty plates to reach the source of his cup's contents, a porcelain teapot decorated by miniature paintings of roses and sunflowers. Hikaru contemplated filling his cup for the third time that morning but decided against it after a moment of thought. Kaoru slammed his fork down with icy sharpness. His expression grew to fury and he gripped the tablecloth so tightly his knuckles whitened. Hikaru was a bit taken back. Normally he was the one to get unreasonably angry over silly things but, then again, Kaoru had always been ten times as sour about their desertion. He contorted his face into an acrid sneer whenever she was brought up, looking vaguely as though someone had punched him in the stomach. Unfortunately, the way he looked was the way he felt. No matter how friendly they got with Haruhi, she simply didn't make up for the loss Kaoru had suffered. He had been hit ten times as hard by the event than his brother and both of them knew it. Just like the time their maid betrayed him, he felt far worse about being abandoned.
"No. And even if she did, I would never want to see her." that was his reply every time. Hikaru was hoping that the quiet atmosphere of the town they were staying in would help a bit, but the wanted results had not shown. Kaoru rubbed the cut on his cheek sorely before continuing his meal. He hoped his brother didn't ask him anymore pointless questions. Especially after being consistently infuriated by such frivolous thoughts as whether that girl would ever come back. No matter how kind he was, there was bitterness in him surrounding anything in relation to Miss Michi Mitsuru. He pulled his teacup up to his lips.
"That's a lovely cup," a sweet and feminine voice chimed out from behind the twins. Kaoru wondered if it was the tranny running the inn they were staying at, however, he realized the voice wasn't bubbly enough and the word 'refresh' hadn't been used an unnatural amount of times. But the amount he wished it was some overzealous tranny when he turned around and saw who had spoken could not be measured by modern technology. It was a young woman, tall in stature with few curves and nearly formless legs. Her skin was pale and placid, wrapping her head to toe in silky softness.
There was one spot that was not veiled by such colorless flesh, a large burn traveled down her right shoulder and stretched all the way to the tips of her fingers, swirling and twisting as its impressiveness faded in and out. The long, floral sundress she covered herself with was severely wrinkled and placed incorrectly over her chest. Fortunately, her tangled blonde hair hid the indecent outfit from view in the back. But the oddest thing about her was her face. It wasn't very well-constructed, being touched by only a button nose and thin lips. Or at least that was all Kaoru dared to see of it. Slowly, he allowed his eyes to drift up and meet hers. They were bowls of swirling milk, mixing and changing more and more the closer you watched them. The owner of the orbs spoke again,
"Kaoru Hitachiin."
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