Cracking
Tohru stood in the doorway of her room, a sigh passing through her beautiful soft lips. Everything was perfect, perhaps to perfect. She slipped past the doorway and flopped onto her bed, running a finger down the glass window that was right next to her bed. Life, love, happiness. They were all one now, a continous fase that split through her head and it was driving her mad. Though she was the one who wanted happiness at first, she wanted to love Kyo freely, but now, when she got all of those wishes she wanted, life was plummetting into an abyss of boredom. What was life when there was no conflict? What was there to do when nothing happened in the world? It was so drab, so boring. She sighed and sat up, her chocolate strands brushing against her pale face.
"What do I have to do today?" she murmured to herself as she brushed some idle strands of hair from her face. "Make lunch; clean a bit around the house. . ." Her voice trailed off and she set her eyes on the picture of her Mother. No tears fell from her face; only boredom strung its way across her delicate features. When her mother was around life had almost been the same as now. She hid behind those masks of happiness, not wanting others around her to be sad, to be disappointed. She had to keep those masks on, for if they cracked, life would tumble to a destructive end for her.
She was like a China Doll dropped on the ground. All her limbs were still in tack though the cracks were forming in her mind. She didn't want to fall into that disturbing peaceful perfectness that everyone else had. Kyo and her were together, Yuki and Machi were. Even Shigure and Akito, Kureno and Uo. Everyone had someone to lean against for support. But when she didn't want it, it was always there. She didn't love the happiness. She wanted Conflict, but she knew that it would never arise again and life would continue the way it was. The Curse was broken, the lives of the Zodiac had ended and now only the human parts of them existed. How . . . boring.
She swung her feet over the edge of the bed and finally began to stand. Her limbs were resitant; she didn't want to return to the world behind the Door. The world of perfectness that chimed with delight as she entered. She didn't want to go that way. She didn't want to return to Happiness. Hate, disgust, conflict. She wanted those, she desired them. It was tearing her up inside. She felt her hand reach for the door handle and she paused. Her fingers slipped around the delicate, golden handle. Life was perfect. But she didn't want it. She didn't want Perfection.
Author's Notes: I'm sorry this is Tohru to the extreme Ooc. I was thinking about it as I read all of the Manga over and over again. Seeing that I wrote her in such an Out of Character form I doubt that anyone is going to like it, sorries. And sorry about the shortness of this, I know it could have been Longer. --
x I Luff Random Bunnies.