a short thing I did for a drabble request. this was actually a while ago, so it isn't as up to par as my skills now, but I do hope on doing more - 'character analysis' ? I believe, in the future. not sure where I was going with this but, heh.
thank you for reading, and here goes .. !
Secret.*
A six letter word.
The definition, "something that is kept or unseen". Whether it be literal or metaphorical, it was safe to say Konishi kept a hefty amount of both.
Prim and proper.
She liked to keep appearances nice and healthy, make sure her lips were glossy and glasses properly adjusted— that every strand of her blonde hair was placed together to look professionally perfect. Even compiling all of her effort, her power hungry motives, to work work work.
The only reason she became a Reaper was for power. That was it. It wasn't as obvious to others, for she hid it easily— thus, we begin with secret number one.
Her competitive drive. Konishi was prone to over thinking, analyzing, coming up with every little detail to her battle plans that were safely stored within her mind. To where no one could reach, read, or snatch them. She could be pestered or outdone, prodded and harassed, yet she would still keep impossibly cool.
No one would be able to read what she was thinking behind that incredibly impassive face.
If she was shone up by someone— higher numbers, better face— the first thing she would do is try to gain some hold over them. Watch like a hawk, and she did so with practiced ease. She was one not to be trifled with, especially when her own lack of understanding stood in her way.
Secret number two.
Emotions were easy, yet complicated for her to understand.
Specifically, emotional attachments. Being analytical, Mitsuki could see no value in any object that looks tarnished and has no more initial use. It was done. It was used. And when she would attempt to throw it away, "Don't!" Strange. Peculiar. Not even the gears that worked her prestigious mind could fathom the attachments humans often made.
A reason why she was so akin to a robot, in some ways. Her blank expression and straight to the point manner, being compelled to accomplish tasks and urge others to do so— correct, correct, correct. Yet there was always that one aspect that stood out among this. She was smarter than she let on.
More descriptive if her buttons were pushed in the correct order.
Secret number three.
She was an incredible actress, and took great pleasure in the misfortune of others despite shoving off the ideas that she would be similar to any Player in turmoil, running across the streets of Shibuya.
As well, she despised idiocy.
With a fiery passion.
The only thing that could set her alarm off was something— or someone— akin to … Daisukenojo. Why, the mere thought of the boy made her nails dig into her palms and teeth clench, a suppressed hiss threatening to escape.
Any equations of any kind, or idiotic abbreviations to any kind of word urged her to stomp her heels and grasp the sides of her head in frustration.
She hated idiocy. Yet she loved using it to her advantage, predicting and calculating so that she would get the upper hand no matter what move they pulled. Yet there were those where their moves were spontaneous enough to drive her mad, and she was certainly lucky that they shared the same motives.
And, the last, and final secret.
Do not trust a woman with claws that has no qualms on baring her fangs.