Summary: Utau puts on her mask. Drabble.
FACADE
"Put on you makeup, Utau."
Yes, put on you make up, little girl. Quick, quick. Production starts soon; better be ready in time.
Put on your innocent mask.
Nice and innocent.
Plenty of makeup. Put on an innocent face, so no one will suspect.
No one is allowed to suspect. Oh no.
Pretty in pink, they say. But she will never be pretty in pink anymore, adn no amount of makeup can hide that fact when she looks in the mirror.
The mirror will break.
She doesn't deserve pretty in pink anymore. Pink is happiness.
"Put on your dress, Utau."
And sure enough, the dress they give her is black.
Black for camouflage.
Black because it is symbolic. Easter needs a symbolic figurehead.
Black for sorrow.
No more pink for you, Utau. Too much sorrow. Pink is happiness. No happiness for you.
"Put on your makeup, Utau." They say. But they don't mean makeup. Oh no. They mean so much more.
Put on your makeup, Utau. Put on your innocence. Put on your innocent facade.
FIN
MERRY (BELATED) CHRISTMAS AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR!
HallowedInk: I am deeply sorry for not posting anything lately. So here this is - I meant to post something longer, but I didn't get it finished in time - and this can tide you over until I get out the first chapter of my mult-chaptered fic.
And on a side note, do you know how hard it was to resist getting up after lightsout last night to post this?
Please review.