When a magician pulls a rabbit out of a hat people cheer. When people see rabbits at petting zoos they affectionately sigh and begin petting the terrified creature, but when they see me there are no smiles and there are no sighs...all I can hear are the gasps of frightened onlookers as they watch me use uncanny methods to subdue akumas. I become the affectionate crowd...and they become the frightened bunny. While they gasp and shield their eyes, I look on and smile at my art. Because that's what magic is, that's what life is. Life is just one giant canvas and each person is a brush that paints an end. I'm different though, because I am not the brush nor am I the paint. No, I am the artist and I will do what I must to get what I want, even if it costs me a few brushes.
Day One of High school and I'm already off to a nasty start. Humans have always disgusted me and despite the fact that some may find me human I am far from that fact. Three handsy fellas, two peeping toms, and one school full of enthralled or suspicious onlookers. Day One and I'm already more popular than Ladybug herself. Charming. As I walked along the painted white line of the indoor track I began counting the number of eyes that were dead set on me, then I began organizing them based on color. I transfixed many students long enough so that I could better categorize them and it seemed as if they somehow understood what I wanted because when I was done they immediately left for their classes. I smoothed down my black dirndl skirt, keeping in mind the short length of the garment. It was, weird, to say the least. Here I was, a misanthropist amongst these people who ambled along in their daily lives without a care. In fact it would make me grin like a clown if the people here knew what I did past midnight, what I did after Ladybug and Chat Noir were tucked safely into their beds. Imagine a world where...where pure people didn't have to fall.
"Hey." My vision zeroes in on the blue haired girl who stood in front of me, her hair tied neatly into pigtails and her eyes the same, if not a darker, color than the former.
"Hello,"I sneer, immediately placing a hand over my mouth in hopes that she didn't notice. Just because I hated people didn't mean I wanted everyone to know about it. It's not exactly welcomed by society if you hate everyone in it.