''Mikasa?'' The woman with dark sandy brown tresses asked, tilting her rounded head to the left, to ensure her soft tone with the younger female. While waiting for the sweet female to answer, Kiyomi took note of the small, yet dreadful scar marking just below her right eye. Slanted a little, shows that she isn't all to perfect. Then again; if she's here- if anyone's here, they are far from perfect. ''Three months…'' sitting in front of Kiyomi: Mikasa, explains fidgeting with the small but noticeable, thick silver band on her ring finger. Kiyomi takes in the slight curves and beautiful features of her face. Like how her eyes narrow- but not too narrow, like how her lips gloss in a ray of cotton candy, or a freshly plucked peach. How that one unruly piece of tress falls right smack in the middle of; between her eyes, and just above her nose. And that button nose of hers. Finally, the smooth, ebony bed of hair that lies beyond the small of her head, but covering the rest like a sheet of black skies.
But Kiyomi knows that she isn't hear to marvel in Mikasa's beauty. She knows that this woman needs help right now; more than ever. You see, Kiyomi has a ''power''. Not just any power that a regular human being could possibly hope to obtain. It took years upon months to master it, and finally, she has. ''What made you start?'' Kiyomi cross-examined, trying hard to pry into poor Mikasa's soul. If she was going to get to the bottom of this, she needed to start at the top, for that was the only way to see into her vector. ''A-an accident…'' Mikasa replied In a whisper, as if she were trying to tell herself the answer. But Kiyomi wasn't buying it. Not at all- she had to fix this girl, ask her why she wanted this oh, so badly. ''With the Iron?'' canvassed Kiyomi, making sure to not only get the full story, but try her best to understand the situation, more so than she already does.
Mikasa seems to sweat, looks more nervous than she already did. Instead of taking her time to answer, she sighed, letting a slightly quiet sob escape her trembling peach lips, and answered quickly. ''Cig…cigarette…'' sighing louder, probably blaming herself quietly for what happened, wiping her almost-running nose with the long black sleeve of her dark shirt. Kiyomi continued- ''You said it was an 'accident'. But was it though? Was it really?'' she knew she might have been engaging in the topic a little too much, but she needed to know. Not leave a single detail out. After all, she wasn't given the power of ''What Needs To Be Done'' for nothing. Mikasa was now shivering, one clear substance came glowing out of her eyes, then two, then three, then multiple.
Kiyomi may have been bitter, but she did care, that wasn't a lie. More so for Mikasa, because she sees a resemblance between herself and the younger female. Mikasa's trembling lips perched into a frown, then up again, making it look like she could be saying ''wop'' by the way her lips open and close. Till she's finally able to speak she shrugs with, yet another sigh. ''I-i-I guess not..'' she stutters, afraid to even touch on the topic at all. And Kiyomi knows this, she does. But she also knows that Mikasa has more to she settles with a ''Go on, you can tell me.'' While rocking silently in her post chair for mikasa to get comfortable. Fidgeting, again, with the thick and silver band around her ring finger, she assents; ''i..it.. it concentrated me.. to.. the exclusion of everything else..'' Mikasa exclaims. ''And that was good? Being isolated?'' Kiyomi inquired, bringing her index finger to her cheeks to rest it there, pressing into her right cheek. She didn't mean to sound so bitter, she didn't mean to sound like a sharp needle shooting straight into Mikasa's head. But she needs to know.
It's what needs to be done. Mikasa looked like she was about to break down right then and there. But she knew she had to stay strong. She wasn't gonna cry no more than she already has. She looks to Kiyomi in the eyes, almost as if she's saying 'please..don't make me..' but that isn't even remotely close to what Mikasa is saying in her head. She sways on the bleached couch for a bit. Rocking from one side, to the other. As if her stomach were suffering from severe pain. And god that damn look in her eyes. It hurt Kiyomi to see Mikasa like this. Even if she's only known Mikasa for a matter of minutes, she knew that this was all too much for even her. ''It was like a drug..'' Mikasa sobs, clutching onto one of the couch pillows. Kiyomi is sadden by this, the way Mikasas' acting. So she decided to push it just a tad bit further. ''And what was everything else?'' All of these questions, Mikasa began to loose it. She's so close to just losing it. Why did she have to come here? Just to leave? The world is all shit, shit, and more shit. So why couldn't she just fucking leave already? As much as she didn't want to answer these annoyingly painful questions that interrupted her thoughts of her past, she had to answer. Because the quicker she gave the answer, the quicker she can leave. Leave this fucking world and all it's tressures. She thought about one of the causes of the death of her Mother, and the death of her father. And she's had it. She wants to leave now. Letting out more sobs atop of sighs, she letting it all out. She promised herself she wouldn't cry anymore. But some promises are meant to be broken. This promise, is one of them.
''The world has just become…so inhuman…'' she pauses. Kiyomi adjusts the panel on her chair, listening, with a concerned look on her face. ''Everyone's plugged in.'' she no longer stutters, but the sobs and sighs stay. ''Blindingly inarticulate.'' She bitterly spat out, fed up with it all. Again, Kiyomi listens, listens to the bitterness in Mikasa's voice. ''Obsessed with money- their careers. Stupidly, arrogantly content. I can't talk to them. I fight them- I wanna destroy them even. I crave interaction. I crave it. But you just can't anymore. They pull their devices out for every little damn thing- to reinforce their; petty, convenient notions- to decide where they're going to shop, what they're going to eat, what movies they are going to watch. Everything they injest!'' Mikasa bites, scolded, while emphasizing the word 'crave' and moving her arms in crossbow formation on the last sentence. Kiyomi says nothing, not even a nod, until her turn and asks ''Why does that upset you?'' and Mikasa can't help but feel like she's talking to a nine year old, because if she hasn't gotten the memo, then there's nothing more that she can do here. But she continues anyway.
''Because, what is left? Oh my god, what is left?'' sounding quite angry; Kiyomi takes this as her cue to proclaim; ''But that doesn't have to be you, you know tha-'' but before she could finish, Mikasa was already at her statement. She's annoyed, aggravated, and so very tired. Kiyomi can tell from the slight red bags under her eyes that she is. But this needs to happen. She needs to talk. ''Okay. It's like this is all a game. And I haven't even been told what the rules are. Or-or even worse; if I had, I am ill-equipped to follow them. All I can do is provoke! I become spiteful. I'm just as bad as they are. You say 'they'? me, I'm-I'm worse! I fucking hate myself for it. I'm- I am so fucking lonely! Why is the world so base? So basic?'' sneers Mikasa, a silent cry of plea in her voice. While a loud tear of sad rolls down her smooth and young cheek bones. Kiyomi listens. And makes a nod, revealing in mikasa's soul, Kiyomi can see it.
The pleas, the tears, the blood and bones. The infection. And now, it makes a lot more since, than it did an hour ago. She nods again. Waiting for Mikasa to resolve. Mikasa uses her left thumb to wipe away a stray tear. ''Why is it so insensitive? Why is it so damn selfish? Why am i?'' and that last question, Kiyomi sees the redish disappear in Mikasa's soul. And replaces it with clearing white. Kiyomi has seen this before, and she knows she needs to do something. Because Mikasa needs help. She does, she does, she really really does. Mikasa lets out her last sob, her last shrug, her last shake, her last tear. ''I am not… I am not for this world.'' And that's when the thick silver band around Mikasa's ring finger grows into something thicker, impailing in her skin, making mikasa yelp out in a small amount of pain. Kiyomi just stares, because she knows what this means. Mikasa can't leave, because her soul, mind, blood and bones; are bound the this realm, to this world.