Disclaimer: I don't own Mai Hime.
Heh. There aren't enough psychotic Shizurus, so I made another one! Hoozah! -shot- But actually, I kinda write stuff based on the way I feel. When I'm happy and feel like writing, I write Sweet Tooth. When I feel out of it and empty, I write stuff like this. oO; And trust me, it only gets worse.
You know, I like a psychotic Shizuru. Everyone usually writes about how she has good jobs, but I really like reading ones about 'killer Shizuru' or 'insane Shizuru'. And I thought, "Why not make my own story where I control what happens and I don't have to wait three weeks to see what happens because I can just imagine mine doing it! -beaming as she starts typing-" Like Badone's or DemonicTwister's (former's is a killer, the latter's is psychotic, mine's more of stuck in the middle. oO; ) stories. I like those two stories and reading it always makes me suspenseful and wanting more. X3 God, it scares me how much of a gore freak I am. oxO;;
Okay, in this, I'd like to point out that Shizuru has three different personalities that make her up:
Mask - This is, as you know, her ever-elegant 'mask' that she always wears. She wears this in front of others to cover up her feelings quite well.
Childish - Childish Shizuru. The innocent(?) childish one who possibly hurt a fly, right?... This one usually shows only with Natsuki.
Psycho - Well, of course she has this one. Wouldn't be much of a psychotic thriller fanfic if she wasn't a tad iffy in the head, now would it?
I know that it's going to be a tad hard to follow. I wrote it so you can tell that she's insane. That would have to include weird actions and unstable, repetitive thoughts. XP Sorry, live with it.
"Hm. Hm. Hmmm." She hummed along with the classical music.
The classical music played loudly in her solitary room as she swayed back and forth lightly to the soft tempo in the room just for her. A content expression was on her face as she leaned against the wall of her room, sitting on the ground with her eyes closed.
Music was her life. It was her past. It was her present. And it would probably be her future too. Yes, music made her what she is today. Unstable.
A knock came on her door.
Red eyes shot open and stared at the door with alert interest. A shadowy figure appeared behind the door in the small window. She remembered the knock. Not part of the music…
"Ms. Fujino?" A young adult, male's voice called out.
A man. A man. A man at my door. Answer it? No.
"I brought you your food." He hesitated before opened the door to peer in the white room. He looked back in the back right corner of the room to see a pair of red eyes looking at him, no, into him. He shivered slightly before walking in and placing the food down.
Her mask came up and a small smile appeared on her face. Her features softened as she kept her mask on, the mask no one could see through, "Thank you, sir." Her toes clinched and unclenched as she leaned against the wall, sitting open frog-legged on the floor in her white scrub.
He smiled back a little, seeming to relax at the 'normal' response, "You're welcome."
"You're new here." She simply stared, moving her torso slightly, once again reminding herself that she had just gotten out of her straightjacket stage two weeks earlier. Too trusting. She commented about her therapist, inwardly amused.
"Y-Yeah," The young adult smiled a bit more, rubbing the back of his head. Then the awkward silence came were it felt like his every move was being watched. He started to sweat slightly and shifted uncomfortably after lowering his head, feeling smaller, "S-So I heard you're getting out of here tomorrow because you're cured." He said, trying to remove the mysterious, awkward feeling. It didn't work.
"Why yes, I believe that's how she worded it." Don't like you, boy…
"I'll… just… leave you to your lunch then…" The boy quickly made his exit, trying to get away from the awkward room to continue his job.
Her smile faded and was replaced by an empty expression. She looked from the white walls around her to the white, tiled floors to the tray before scurrying over and pushing the tray to her 'favorite' corner. The corner where the security camera was; where the security camera couldn't see what was going on under it.
She slumped down against the corner and picked up her fork with her toes before starting to eat. When you've had a straitjacket on for three years, you learn things others normally wouldn't. Even if she had the use of her arms now, it was still a lot more comfortable for her to use her usual method.
She continued to eat, the music playing in her one room to keep her calm. The music played and so her memories rewound back to that day some three years ago. She continued to eat calmly. Music. Laughter. Music. Shots! Red. Red blood. Shots. Music. Weapons. Screaming. Knife. Man. A man… MUSIC!!
She gasped loudly, her red eyes widening and dilating as she pushed the tray away with her feet. She bared her teeth, sinking them into her lower lip as a way to try and sooth her emotions. Her breaths becoming heavy and uneven. She brought her right foot to her mouth and bit at the bottom of her toe, making it bleed slightly.
She started to write on the wall, the red dripping off her toe and down her foot as it smeared on the white walls of the room. First, she started with the parallel bars going horizontally, then she drew a treble clef sign at the beginning before writing down the notes to the classical music she was currently listening to.
She then brought her bleeding foot to her mouth and started to clean it off while rubbing the music piece away with the back of her scrub. Make the memory go away. More the notes go away. Memory and notes go away… Please!
She then brought her foot down and started to wipe it off on the bottom of her scrub, calming down. She breathed heavily in and out, leaning her head against the wall, still unseen by the camera. Not cured but must get out. Out of here. Freedom. Away from here. Away… Kill the killer.
She smirked, content once again.
Shizuru stood next to a man behind the podium with reporters and photographers standing just off stage doing their jobs. Many microphones were positioned as she and the mayor of the town talked. She was well dressed and she had her mask on, the one no one ever saw through.
"We're dreadfully sorry that we still can't find the person who was responsible for your families' killing." The man continued to ramble, "But at least now we have one Fujino back in normal society."
"Yes," Shizuru started, "I'll try my best to fit back in. Let me just say that it's somewhat shameful to know that during these last three years, I was locked up in that asylum." I'll kill the man responsible. She thought, contradicting her previous statement.
"Well, at least you're cursed now. You have your old apartment (nothing's been touched) and job as a lawyer back, rest assured."
Of course I do. No one does anything ill for a Fujino. Always sucking up to get on the good side of a Fujino. Worthless men with their worthless greed.
"Thank you, Mr. Mayor." Shizuru gave her masked smile once more before turning to the crowd. She looked down at the people who were lining up to ask her questions. Must bare with it— Tell them to shut up! — No! Must bare with it!…
Shizuru walked into her apartment and slammed the door shut, locking her door before sliding down the surface of the wood. She breathed heavily looking out the apartment window from the door's distance. She saw another skyscraper.
She slowly got up and walked towards the window, dropping her bag on the ground subconsciously before opening the slide door to the balcony. She walked over to the railing and peered down. Long way down… She looked back up to the skyscraper across the busy street up the city, its windows acting like a mirror.
Must— Will! Will find killer. Kill the killer. Must kill the killer and avenge family. She looked back down to the never-sleeping streets below.
She leaned her head back to the skies and smiled calmly, a breeze playing lightly with her hair. A slow and painful death? Yes, like that. Slow and painful…
Yes, now, maybe so? Either awful or awesome idea, I wanna hear feedback. Read and Review! Oh and don't worry, Natsuki appears in the next chapter. :)