Dance of the Fallen Dove
Summary: Shizuru wanted nothing more than to continue her life where she was, instead she found herself enrolled at the prestigious Fuuka Academy. There she finds a haunting mystery, and at the center of it all stands Kuga Natsuki.
Rating: R
Disclaimer: If I owned Mai HiME, there would have been a whole lot more shiznat
She didn't want this. She had been content where she had been. It had been comfortable. She had had…friends was too strong a word to use, but still…
She would not complain though. She was the dutiful daughter and she would have nothing to say against her parents' decision to move. She was the dutiful daughter, a good daughter.
She would never say anything.
Chapter One: Rag Doll
Her days were always the same. Boring, monotonous.
She yawned, her head limply lying across her arms. The teacher didn't notice. Nobody ever noticed.
Her days went on and on, and once again she'd have to perform her duties. It didn't matter, not anymore. She'd given up on it, nothing would change.
Expectations were her life.
"Hey, did you get any of what he was talking about?"
She stared vacantly at the girl, barely registering what was said. She numbly shook her head.
Always the same.
And none of them noticed.
Home was the same as always. Empty, bland, cold. She mechanically went to the kitchen and prepared lunch for her sister. Her eyes caught the photo by the sink. Her fault…
She brought the plate over to the smaller girl and watched her devour the meal. It was her responsibility to feed her, take care of her.
Her parents had told her to. Her parents weren't there. Her parents had to work. She had to take care of her sister.
She had to…
She sighed, not really caring whether or not it was another school day. Her classmates bumped passed her, barely acknowledging her existence. She was almost completely invisible.
Maybe she was.
She sat down by the fountain, waiting for the bell to ring. Kanzaki gave her a quick wave as he passed by.
She didn't even bother to take it in. It was the same every day. She'd sit and he'd run past and wave.
Always the same…
Nobody noticed.
She stared blankly at the chalkboard, watching the chalk move up and down, side to side. She tuned out the words, they didn't matter.
Nothing seemed to.
Why?
She had tried, countless times. She wanted to feel, wanted to live. This endlessness was unbearable.
She wanted something to happen, something bad, then she wouldn't feel so numb, so dead. But it was wrong of her to want that. It was the only way though, the only way for her to feel…anything.
She was such a bad person.
Her room was neat, orderly. Quiet too. She never liked it that quiet. There used to be noise, but not anymore. Once, there was noise in the house, life there. Now there was nothing.
She woke up, got dressed, and went to prepare breakfast for her sister. She made a little for herself too.
Her sister smiled at her. She gave her sister a hug and got ready for school.
She could hear them yelling at her. It made her smile a bit. They always yelled at her…when she bothered to come. She made the days slightly less monotonous. Something always happened when she was around.
The bell rang and she quickly made her way to class.
She dreamed, sometimes. Most nights she didn't. Or if she did, she had no memory of them.
Memory flashed before her, and she whimpered. She curled up on her bed. In most of her dreams...
She liked to pretend that they were friends, the three of them. They weren't; she knew that. They spoke occasionally, but friends? No. None of them had friends. They had…she wasn't sure.
She fell asleep again.
She sighed, walking through the school yard. She had a test today. She'd do fine though; she'd studied all night and-
"Sorry."
She stared blankly at the girl.
The girl smiled and tilted her head curiously. "I didn't hurt you or anything, did I? I don't normally walk into people."
Silence.
"You're okay?"
She nodded.
The girl held out a hand. "I'm new here. Fujino Shizuru, pleased to make your acquaintance."
She silently shook the older girl's hand.
Well, it's a little different from my normal writing style. I don't normally write so…fragmented? Is that the right word to use?
I hope that I actually finish this story. I have a bad tendency not to. ;; So, yeah, I'll need a lot of motivation if you all want me to finish.
I hope you all enjoyed chapter one.