Turning around I look to see, a black ball tumbling towards me screaming!
I really really want to cry now.
~The Secrets of Strawberry Milk~
Turns out the black ball was actually a girl my age. She was funny looking, with sticks and leaves in her hair. I couldn't help but giggle at the sight. So much for being a proper gentleman, I wonder what Mama would say if she saw me laughing at this girl. Probably nothing good.
I looked back again to see her staring at me like... what does my sister say?
Like a fish out of water! Her mouth was open and everything! I laughed a little harder while comparing her to a fish, before I calmed down enough to remember that I must be a proper gentleman.
Looking at her I try to remember how to say "are you okay?" in Japanese.
I tried my luck, with Sharra still in my hands I said "Are you Okay?" Ne, is Papa proud of me? I remembered it correctly! I think...
She continued to stared at me for another moment before suddenly jumping up off the ground and brushing her dress off. That was a weird reaction... I didn't say something weird did I?
"Y-Yes. I'm fine." She said. Or at least that's what I think she said.
Pff. I tried to hold in my laughter so as not to be rude. Because when I looked at her again I saw stick sprouting out from her hair. I opened my mouth to tell her just that when she interrupted me and said.
"Um, I'm sorry-rude but, what are you?" Did I hear that right? I think I may have heard it wrong. Even though Papa is Japanese I'm still really bad at it.
...but, if I did hear it right... I covered my eyes with my bangs. "W-What?"
She continued to speak "You must be a fairy, right? I always read-with red flower(?), she-" Akahana? Oh, akai hana is red flower I think... Wait just a moment,
A fairy?
"A-a fairy?" I sniffed softly. Not again... I'm normal aren't I? I mean, my blood is red like a human's and it's not like I have green skin.
"Yes! You must be, because everyone I know has black hair and black eyes! And while red flower(?) shows me -of different people with different hair,-, and eyes, she has never shown me a-of someone who looks like you!-in fairytales of course!" Different.
You're different.
No.
"There are other people with red hair like me...I'm human..." I trailed off. I sniffled softly trying to hold back tears.
You're unique.
I want to be normal.
"Not with strawberry-tomato hair! Plus, you're eyes are golden, and I've never heard of a person with golden eyes before. So," She kept talking happily while I just sunk down into despair.
You're weird.
"you must be a fairy!" I sniffled again in a vain attempt to stop the tears from spilling.
Is that too much to ask for?
A few tears fell down my face.
"Hic, N-Not you too!" Not again. I haven't cried in front of anybody except Sasha in a long time.
Freak.
"I'm not-hic a fairy! I-I'm h-human!" I tried to look her in the eye but I can't seem to look up.
Please.
"A-a-" She started. My hold on Sharra tightened slightly as I shook with anger and sadness.
Weirdo.
"People always ask that!" I screamed, tears falling down my face.
Just.
"Are you really human?"
Angel.
"Are you a angel?" My voice was steadily getting louder and louder.
Let.
"Are you a fairy?"
Fairy.
"Are you a demon?"
Me.
"Are you a monster?!"
Monster.
"I want to be human too you know!"
Be.
"They never say those things to anyone else in my family!"
Demon!
"It's just me, it's not fair!"
Normal!
"They always look at me with scary eyes!"
You can't possibly be human!
"No matter what I do, people always act different around me!"
They're just eyes!
I fell to my knees as Sharra escaped my grasp. Finally, with much effort I looked at her with my blurry vision.
"I-I Just want to be human like everyone else!" I shouted with all of my pent up frustration.
...Why are people always so cruel?...