OCD
Kira Hino, combed out her raven black hair, that had a hint of red in it anytime the sun hit it just right. She had only just turned five-years-old and was already very finicky about her hair. She had to run the brush through it one-hundred times before she could do anything else. If she lost count, she'd have to start over and began again. Usually, her mother and father were good about keeping her younger brothers away from her. If not, Kira would be in her room all day.
"Ninety-nine. One-hundred," Kira said in satisfaction and set her brush down. She smiled at the large mirror that sat in front of her. Ami had diagnosed her with slight OCD and tried to force her parents to break her out of that habit before it consumed her life. Kira didn't understand what OCD meant or why it seemed so bad. She didn't think that stroking her hair a hundred times would damage it. It was a harmless act of trying to remain beautiful- at least, that's what the five-year-old though.
She turned around eyeing each of her unopened gifts and let out an exasperated sigh. She had gotten everything she had wanted for her birthday, but something seemed to be out of place--or rather missing. None of her gifts had been touched since the maids had brought them in.
Muttering something under her breath, she shot the presents a glare and walked out of her bedroom. She didn't understand why, but something about getting everything you ever desired seemed almost selfish. Perhaps it was because she had just watched a movie about two little girls who lived in a poor family and didn't get much, but were extremely happy. Kira shrugged it off; she shouldn't need to worry about other people, right? She was just a kid herself and was supposed to be enjoying herself and getting everything she desired for on her birthday.
She found her mother sitting at the breakfast bar going over some paper work. She hopped up beside her and planted her butt firmly on the barstool. "Mamma, do you think I'm selfish?"
"What?" Rei said, looking away from her paper work and down at her daughter. "Why would you think of something like that?"
"Well because… I get all these wonderful gifts and get to live inside the palace. I'm one of those rich kids that outsiders don't like because I get everything I want," Kira pointed out.
"That doesn't make you a bad person sweetie. You're just lucky, but if you want me and daddy can take your present and give them away?" Rei suggested.
"No thank you, I like my presents. Maybe next year," Kira wiggled out of the barstool and landed firmly on her feet. "Can I go outside and find Skylar?"
"You don't think you'd be selfish because you can hang out with your friends whenever, do you?" Rei asked, smirking.
"No," grumbled Kira.
"You're hair looks beautiful by the way. I still think fifty strokes will do just fine though," Rei mentioned.
"Mamma, I can't reduce the number of strokes," Kira said. "I love you. Bye."
"You spend too much time with Skylar…your vocabulary scares me," Rei said to no one specific, as her daughter had already left.
Kira ran over toward the Mizuno's household. She hoped that Skylar wasn't in trouble again. Sometimes her curiosity and big mouth got her into trouble. Kira had her fist balled up ready to knock when the door opened and Skylar's father stepped out, almost knocking Kira down. She squealed and quickly moved out of the way.
"Oh, I'm sorry Kira. I didn't see you there. Skylar's inside having her hair brushed out by her mother," he explained and let the little girl inside before shutting the door. Kira took her shoes off at the front door and shyly made her way into the living room. She didn't like feeling as though she was just intruding into someone's house. Kira walked into the living room where Ami was sitting on the couch and her daughter was sitting on the floor as Ami ran the brush through Skylar's hair.
"Hello Kira," Ami greeted the little girl without looking up.
Skylar was too busy scowling and making faces to greet her friend. Ami stroke the brush through her hair once more and Skylar stood up and turned to her mother, her foot pounded into the floor, "Will you stop it, you're hurting my head!"
"Skylar Mizuno, you do not use that tone with me and it's not my fault you have a tender head," Ami relented.
"You gave birth to me, so it has to be someone's fault!" Skylar gripped.
Ami shook her head, "On the floor now or else you won't be able to go outside."
"I'm just going to put a baseball cap on, so what's the point of combing out my hair?" Skylar scowled as she sat back down.
Ami just shook her head and laughed. They went through this every single day, for the past six years. "Sweetie, Kira can brush her own hair out and she just turned five. You're six-years-old and still can't brush your own hair,"
"I tried. And I don't count when I'm brushing my hair," Skylar pointed out. "Or my teeth."
Ami glanced over at Kira, slightly worried. "You count while you brush your teeth, now?"
"No. Skylar's just making that up," Kira replied panicky.
"You know, Kira, lying is not one of your great talents. Please don't let this counting things take control of your life," Ami begged.
"I don't get it. I'm sorry," Kira replied. She couldn't comprehend how counting things could take control over her life. Ami patted her daughter on the shoulder, letting her know she could get up now. Skylar jumped to her feet and took her baseball cap off the table and onto her head. Ami shook her head, slightly annoyed that she had spent all that time combing her hair out for her to just put a baseball cap on.
"I don't understand why you don't just wear your hair like it is," Ami grumbled.
"Is wearing baseball caps going to take over my life?" Skylar asked sarcastically.
Kira frowned, she didn't like being used as a joke.
"Go on," Ami shooed her daughter off to play outside. Skylar and Kira headed outside. It almost seemed deserted and lonely in the streets of the Palace.
"I kind of wish there were more children here. The maids children aren't always that fun to play with," Skylar sighed.
"Yeah, it'd be cool, but I don't want another brother or sister. I have two already. And their a pain." Kira pointed out. "There's always Chibiusa and her brother and sister."
"Yeah, I guess, but Hailey and Mamoru are four and boring. Unless of course, Hailey has something interesting to tell us, but other than that they're never really out," Skylar sighed. "And Chibiusa's ten and not into the things we are."
"I know, but there's not really anything we can do about it. I wish mamma would let me go to a real school though. I love your mother, but I just want to be with other kids my age," Kira sighed.
Skylar shrugged, "Going outside the palace isn't always as great as everyone makes it seem. The kids in my art class are boring as well. They all talk like babies and cry too much."
"Kind of like what you do when your mom is brushing your hair," Kira smirked.
"That's not fair! My head is tender!" Skylar yelled. "At least I don't spend a gazillion minutes in front of the mirror, brushing my hair."
"Be quiet. I don't know what the big deal is, but at least I can brush my hair," Kira grunted.
The two became quiet, slightly mad at one another. Kira couldn't believe that everyone was making a big deal out of her counting. If they didn't want her to count they shouldn't have sent her to Ami's class. Skylar on the other hand was thinking about the fact that her head really was tender and preferred her mother to brush her hair.
Suddenly, Skylar's hat disappeared and Kira was running off with it.
"Hey! Give that back!" Skylar hollered and ran after her friend. She didn't know how Kira did it, but she seemed to always outrun Skylar. After fifteen minutes of the two chasing each other around and giggling, Skylar gave in. Standing there panting hard, the blue haired girl tried to catch her breath.
Kira came back and put the baseball cap back on her head. Skylar looked up and smirked. Her hands went up and straight toward Kira's raven hair. Kira screamed and kicked, as the fear of her hair getting tangled imploded in her mind. Finally, Skylar let up and Kira kicked a stone across the field.
"You messed up my hair!" Kira screeched.
"Take a chill pill," Skylar rolled her eyes. "It's just hair, what's the worst thing that can happen to it?"
"It'll get extremely tangled up and I'll have to get it cut off!" Kira stormed back toward her quarters. Skylar frowned, she was only playing around. She didn't think Kira would get so upset over her hair being messed up. Sighing, the six-year-old headed back inside. There wasn't much else she could do by herself.
Authors Note: It's not much, but it gives you a little bit of insight of Kira and Skylar. These are only one shots. If you have an idea, please feel free to share it with me. I actually wouldn't mind getting some ideas to write about.
Also, I'm going to use Chibiusa instead of Rini. Sorry for the confusion. I didn't think about it until recently.
