A Stone of Violet
Zakuro sighed as she plopped down on the leather couch of her living room, it squeaking beneath her. She was exhausted. Another day being the cool, older-sister Mew, and dazzling, nation-wide popular model. Everyone thought she was calm cool and collected. Rarely being annoyed. And if so, fierce. Aloof, stoic and knowledgeable, always giving great advise. But no one knew that on the inside, she was lonely and insecure. She had always been a happy child, but soon, her parents would often leave her to tend to their work. That made her gradually come not to care for anyone's feelings. The only comfort she had was her 'important person'. He would always be there for her when she needed, and when her parent could not. But, alas, when he died, her world came crashing down. She had closed her heart and cut off her feelings, to never suffer the pain of grief again. She had always...
She cut herself off before she viewed a part of her past that she vowed she would never again. Zakuro shook her head, and decided to find something to do before her photo shoot at seven that evening.
She wouldn't go out on the town; that would just attract too much attention. She wouldn't call up the café girls; that would be be just akward. What would she do?
Zakuro got up, went to her room upstairs, and dug through her wardrobe, until she found a grey tank top and sweat pants. She then put them on, and returned downstairs, to the living room. She stood in front of a wall, and bent over until her head was on the floor. She then pushed her legs up into the air, and did a hand stand. Then, she began singing the alphabet in all the other languages she knew how to. After singing a few times, Zakuro put herself down, and did several tumbles into the kitchen. She remained crouched behind a counter, for she pretended to be a spy, and was hiding from the enemy. Bounding and hiding around the kitchen, Zakuro blew her own cover by bursting into a fit of giggles. She walked out of the kitchen, and did a few laps around the downstairs. She raced upstairs, and did a few laps there, also. From the sudden excursion of running, Zakuro lazily walked to the top of the stairs, and held the banister for support. She put a foot down slowly, but stopped, in midstep. She then looked at the banister, and smiled.
Straddling the banister, Zakuro puhed herself down and flew off the end of the banister, yelling in enjoyment. She repeated this action a few more times, before stopping, and going to the kitchen for snacks. She sat smugly on her couch with a bowl of chips and a bottle of soda. Her phone beeped, reminding her that her photo shoot would be in the next hour. As she looked at the phone, she got and idea.
She began taking silly self photos all around the living room, and laughed as she looked them over. After her 'practice photo shoot', Zakuro took her place on the couch again, and amused herself by looking at funny cartoons, laughing heartily. As her eyes drifted to the clock besides the screen, she realized that she had half an hour before the shoot. Zakuro switched off the television and strutted upstairs to take a shower. While doing so, she sang the most random song she could think of. After drying herself off, she picked out her most elegant violet dress and black pumps, even if her clothes would be changed once she arrived at the studio.
Zakuro held the copper handles to the front door, but looked back into the house. It was a mess. Zakuro smiled, as she realized that that was the most fun she ever had in her loneliness.
A/N: Sorry if this is a crappy way to revive myself, but I was on a month long vacation with my family, and there was no internet! Yay! So I was stuck with the joys of writing you stories. T~T... Later!