*dramatic gasp* An update?
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"You're a heartless bitch and will die that way."
At the time the words had stung, as well as the hearty slap that had accompanied them. But she hadn't understood what she had to do. It was better if they broke ties, and how better to do it than to get her last friend to swear to hate her for all eternity? She had watched the girl storm away from her with a sense of releif.
She was alone in the world. It was like a great weight lifted from her shoulders. There was no one that they would hurt to try and get to her. No one they could kidnap or kill or injure. She turned and nearly skipped away from giddy releif.
That had been nearly seven years ago.
It was December now, and she was freezing. The skimpy skirt simply did not cover enough leg to provide any warmth whatsoever. Sitting on a concrete roof didn't help either. She rubbed gloved hands on the upper regions of her arms to try and speed up the blood flow to her fingers. They were due to arrive any minute now and she didn't want stiffness to hamper her.
They should actually have been here, she checked the time, about 3min and 45sec ago. Where were they?
She had a gig in the morning and her manager would be pissed if she showed up again with bags under her eyes.
She sighed with releif as the criminals made their appearance. Not a bright lot. They wouldn't take her too long. She could even drop them off at the nice warm police station on her way back to her hotel suite.
The building was not very high, she jumped down in front of them with no trouble.
"Stop right there robbers."
Her sudden appearance made them halt abruptly- or maybe it was the way she swung an intimidating sword far to easily. She smiled easily at them.
"You know who I am, right? So, I don't have to go through the introductory crap. It wastes my time."
Within seconds the thieves were out cold. She tied them up with some handy rope she found in the warehouse that she'd been sitting on.
One of the robber's wallets had fallen out of his pocket. She picked it up and opened it. What would drive a man to such desperation?
The wallet was rather old and patched, with only ten pounds in it. But in the clear patch, there was a battered photograph of a smiling family.
Abruptly, she threw the wallet back to the ground. Her hands shook.
...heartless...
She ran all the way back to her hotel.
Flashbulbs went off, nearly blinding her. Microphones and papers were shoved at her.
"Miss Aino? Mina, would you care to tell us..."
"Aino! Aino! Can you elaborate on..."
Minako slapped on a wide grin and pushed her sunglasses up as she ignored them. Parasites.
She finally made it to the recording studio, where she collapsed into her chair. Peace, finally.
A ballcapped head poked into the room.
"You alright, Mina?"
She waved him away. She was fine. More than fine actually. She was grand. She was heartless.
She didn't have to burden herself with feeling anything. Because people who don't really exist can't really feel, right?
Sailor V had no need of sleep or nutrition after all- why should she need a heart? What good would that do a cartoon who smiled all the time?
Famous Idol Minako Aino had no need of rest or comfort- she could go for days entertaining and performing. That's what she lived for. What good would a soul be to an over-hyped pop icon?
A red, mirthles, smile graced her lips. Heros and legands have no need of a heart. No use for a soul.
Afterall, she was heartless, and would die that way.
Yeesh, I should put up some of my lighter stuff for y'all to read...
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