The City
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Cities were places to be despised. They were humid, unsanitary places with too many people and not enough places to put them. They yielded nothing to please the eyes, and produced smokes of various kinds and various flavours for you to inhale, tickling your nose that had grown much too used to it all. They desensitized your eardrums to sounds with blaring horns during rush hour and the loud talking/yelling of your average grey suit worker. She hated the city. Where people died everyday and relatives only shed tears for lack of mention in the will. Where tie-wearers brushed by you without acknowledgement and shook hands with greasy haired business men, with yellow fingers and red wallets.
She was a bastard child in a world where nuns weren't really nuns and police ignored the real law breakers to give you a ticket for being 2 miles per hour over the speed limit. She was a rebel child in a world that strove to suffocate her and strangle her of all will and motivation; only to put a gun in her hand with a single copper bullet and notepad and pencil to express her final curses. She was an untamed child in a steel and smog jungle where the most prominent species happened to be processed leaves with pictures and numbers; so highly esteemed that if you weren't in association with even one, you didn't exist to the world.
Cities were the source of all little evils. Chain smokers, drug inhalers, pill takers, note writers, gun-totters, two-faced schemers, liars. LIAR.
Everyone in the city lied.
Damn the city. Damn these crazed, drugged out worker ants, putting money into baseless protection plans. The city was the closest place to hell that one could be.
So, why the hell did she move here from her safe haven along the coast? Why did she quit drifting and become one of those red-backed worker ants with too tight ties, and too clean shoes? Why did she leave her precious bike in the garage everyday and go to a too high office building in a taxi, to work in a too small office? Why was she here?
Well that was probably the easiest thing she'd ever have to answer. Easier even than saying two plus two is equal 'What? You really think I'm going to answer? Idiot. Fuck off.'
Shizuru was here.
And Natsuki would follow Shizuru to the seventh level of hell with packed suitcases and a spare set of underwear if the case called for it.
Because without Shizuru, Natsuki would be just another mindless tie-wearer, dirtying up her hands and stealing reddened wallets to stay somewhat visible in a cloud of smoke and endless steel. Just another naked, faceless body to be swept down the gutter.
Shizuru was her world. And if her world decided to stay in hell, what could Natsuki do but follow on her heel, tongue lapping and tail wagging?
Besides... The city wasn't that bad. And Shizuru would kiss Natsuki's frowns away at the end of each day.
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That's not to say she was against it being burnt off the map.
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Finally put up something in the Mai HiME category. Regrettably I was unable to make my introductory deadline, and this was written on a school night when I should have been doing homework...
Not much of an ending I know. But I never really had a plan for this. Its just a rant (which I happen to specialise in)
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