Split Identities by Adrasteia Rebirth/ Cieno
Day One
[I'm feeling depressed…]
She typed at her blog with the fatigue taking a toll on her typing speed as well. [Too much homework, too many books not read, and I'm feeling so insecure and such…]
A loud maniacal laugh boomed through the hallway, and clearly walls and closed doors were no obstacles for the sound waves. Sounds of sirens loudly boom, barely audible in the drowning sea of some wannabe hard nu- metal music.
Mitsuki frowned at her psychotic brother… or more or less, he's really just her significant other. No matter how much she thought about it the whole thing just seemed ridiculous. She and him really were the same person… some flip sides of a person's personality then eventually became so individualistic to the point that they all became separate entities.
She sighed. Yes, once she had been only some light voice in the background of some weird girl's mind. Just another light voice in the other sea of voices. Eventually a right to one's identity was granted and hence a separate life came along with it.
Although she often wondered why the heck she was stuck with Dilandau.
She closed her eyes and attempted to do some relaxation techniques that she had read in a book earlier.
Relax all your muscles… feel them drop… feel them relax… feel them at peace… and proceeded to attempt to block out any outside influences.
Peace… peace… peace…
"-FUCK YOU I DON'T NEED THIS SHIT YOU SADISTIC ABUSIVE FUCKING WHORE- "
Mitsuki frankly couldn't stand Dilandau's noise any longer. She growled, open the door, walked down the hallway with her heavy angry footfalls, slammed open his bedroom wall that caused enough force to divert his attention from the PS2.
He gave her an irritatingly bored glance with his red albino eyes. Since now she is in his room, the boom of nu-metal music blasted on full max in his overly used stereo is just overwhelming. Mitsuki proceeded to walk across the room and turn off the so-called "music".
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he complained.
"Get a set of earphones you lazy bum," she growled back.
Dilandau gave an annoyed look that showed all of his spoiled adolescent immaturity and paused his game, standing up to turn the stereo back on again.
The blare of Dilandau's signature music boomed again once more, and so Mitsuki angrily dashed out of the room, then back again in a short while- tossing a bright green set of headphones from her portable CD player.
The albino boy clumsily catched it, fumbling it for a moment "-what the hell-?"
"USE IT!! PLUG THE THING IN!!"
And so his pale fingers took hold of it, plugged it into his stereo, then thankfully the music had been eliminated from the rest of the public. Mitsuki sighed in relief.
She looked around his room and thought that the bright green-coloured headphones that he was now wearing seemed to contrast against the black walls and blood red furniture of his bedroom.
Gawd even his clothing is red and black…
And so her odd brother resumed his PS2 game, realistic graphics of blood and limbs splattering all over the screen kicked into action once more, while his amusement was clearly shown by the fire in his eyes and the oh-so-often cynical laugh that earned him a ticket to the psychiatrist's office.
She sighed once more, closing the door which was the only boundary that kept in her sanity.
Dinner was ready.
A huge plate of delivery sushi was on the table, with her Japanese chopsticks at hand. Dilandau on the other hand, is probably still unaware of anything, still playing his violent PS2 games in all of his waking hours. It was surprising that he will not need to attend summer school this year. She had never noticed him doing homework.
Should she call him for dinner? Bah, let the psycho bastard starve. He doesn't like sushi anyway since "It's some delicate raw crap." Dilandau had absolutely zero interest in anything unless it was at least half-burnt.
Mitsuki sat down at picked at the sushi one-by-one with her Japanese wooden chopsticks. The whole idea of eating the whole thing was satisfying at first, although it was only the idea but not the actual action. Oddly, sushi is her favourite food but then it seemed… tasteless now. Depression. Life was dull, tasteless, purposeless…
But what the heck is up with all this apathy now?
Before the huge dish was even halfway finished, she immediately stored it in the refrigerator.
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Author's Note: Yea… this is weird… BTW if you're completely lost it's an odd ficcy that kinda shows what might happen if my alteregos are let loose O_O They have their own identities!!! And they're based after anime and book characters!! Ahhhhhhh!!
Day One
[I'm feeling depressed…]
She typed at her blog with the fatigue taking a toll on her typing speed as well. [Too much homework, too many books not read, and I'm feeling so insecure and such…]
A loud maniacal laugh boomed through the hallway, and clearly walls and closed doors were no obstacles for the sound waves. Sounds of sirens loudly boom, barely audible in the drowning sea of some wannabe hard nu- metal music.
Mitsuki frowned at her psychotic brother… or more or less, he's really just her significant other. No matter how much she thought about it the whole thing just seemed ridiculous. She and him really were the same person… some flip sides of a person's personality then eventually became so individualistic to the point that they all became separate entities.
She sighed. Yes, once she had been only some light voice in the background of some weird girl's mind. Just another light voice in the other sea of voices. Eventually a right to one's identity was granted and hence a separate life came along with it.
Although she often wondered why the heck she was stuck with Dilandau.
She closed her eyes and attempted to do some relaxation techniques that she had read in a book earlier.
Relax all your muscles… feel them drop… feel them relax… feel them at peace… and proceeded to attempt to block out any outside influences.
Peace… peace… peace…
"-FUCK YOU I DON'T NEED THIS SHIT YOU SADISTIC ABUSIVE FUCKING WHORE- "
Mitsuki frankly couldn't stand Dilandau's noise any longer. She growled, open the door, walked down the hallway with her heavy angry footfalls, slammed open his bedroom wall that caused enough force to divert his attention from the PS2.
He gave her an irritatingly bored glance with his red albino eyes. Since now she is in his room, the boom of nu-metal music blasted on full max in his overly used stereo is just overwhelming. Mitsuki proceeded to walk across the room and turn off the so-called "music".
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he complained.
"Get a set of earphones you lazy bum," she growled back.
Dilandau gave an annoyed look that showed all of his spoiled adolescent immaturity and paused his game, standing up to turn the stereo back on again.
The blare of Dilandau's signature music boomed again once more, and so Mitsuki angrily dashed out of the room, then back again in a short while- tossing a bright green set of headphones from her portable CD player.
The albino boy clumsily catched it, fumbling it for a moment "-what the hell-?"
"USE IT!! PLUG THE THING IN!!"
And so his pale fingers took hold of it, plugged it into his stereo, then thankfully the music had been eliminated from the rest of the public. Mitsuki sighed in relief.
She looked around his room and thought that the bright green-coloured headphones that he was now wearing seemed to contrast against the black walls and blood red furniture of his bedroom.
Gawd even his clothing is red and black…
And so her odd brother resumed his PS2 game, realistic graphics of blood and limbs splattering all over the screen kicked into action once more, while his amusement was clearly shown by the fire in his eyes and the oh-so-often cynical laugh that earned him a ticket to the psychiatrist's office.
She sighed once more, closing the door which was the only boundary that kept in her sanity.
Dinner was ready.
A huge plate of delivery sushi was on the table, with her Japanese chopsticks at hand. Dilandau on the other hand, is probably still unaware of anything, still playing his violent PS2 games in all of his waking hours. It was surprising that he will not need to attend summer school this year. She had never noticed him doing homework.
Should she call him for dinner? Bah, let the psycho bastard starve. He doesn't like sushi anyway since "It's some delicate raw crap." Dilandau had absolutely zero interest in anything unless it was at least half-burnt.
Mitsuki sat down at picked at the sushi one-by-one with her Japanese wooden chopsticks. The whole idea of eating the whole thing was satisfying at first, although it was only the idea but not the actual action. Oddly, sushi is her favourite food but then it seemed… tasteless now. Depression. Life was dull, tasteless, purposeless…
But what the heck is up with all this apathy now?
Before the huge dish was even halfway finished, she immediately stored it in the refrigerator.
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Author's Note: Yea… this is weird… BTW if you're completely lost it's an odd ficcy that kinda shows what might happen if my alteregos are let loose O_O They have their own identities!!! And they're based after anime and book characters!! Ahhhhhhh!!