She ran through the bedroom, her toes barely touching the ground. She laughed hearing her heart thumping a mile a minute. She gazed at the Gekota paraphernalia spread across the wall. She leaned close to the wall, examining each poster, her finger sliding across the smooth, brightly colored surfaces of each three by five poster. She furrowed her brow, catching the sudden edge that was sticking up from the wall. She drew a breath, releasing it as she passed her fingers over the raised portion, pressed and it clicked then drifted opened.
"A secret door…" She whispered, her eyes widening as full as her grin. She took the edge with two fingers, opening it, shaking her head, "a closet…" closing her eyes. She had a canny smirk on her lips as she tiptoed inside, "nice…"
The room was bigger than her dorm room at the school. She stood at the entrance admiring its design. Simple in planning, a large wooden dresser was in the center of the room, all four sides lined with small drawers with simple wooden handle. On the shelves that hung above the hangers, boxes that varied in size with logos of the finest clothing, shoe stores. Clothing hung along the left border of the closet. Shaking her head, she went through each outfit.
"These don't fit her anymore…" She whispered, moving her lips like she was gnawing on something.
The outfits resembled the clothing she wore when they met in Academy city. Mikoto wasn't paying attention and ran into Anastasia, spilling her drink, soaking her clothing. Gothic Lolita style clothing with matching jackboots. Black with silver trim, black with black trim, black with grey trim, maroon and white and greys, matching knee-high jackboots. she placed her foot by a pair of muted black military style boots with heavy tread. Nodding her head she grinned then bent down, grabbing the pair of muted black boots with heavy tread. "for the tour…" lifting them from the floor. Then the outfits changed as she moved along, her fingers grabbing the hangers and sliding them to her left.
She swallowed hard, her fingers still holding the last gothic style outfit, looking at the gekota image on the polo style collared shirts hanging next to long skirts.
"Preppie…" She laughed, keeping her mouth shut. " still too small…" Mikoto's arms moved as her hands proceeded to flip through the clothing. She seized her breath her mouth dropping, her arm frozen.
"Not this…" her eyes grew wider.
She checked out a unique black, sleeveless torn edges T-shirt. The letter "A" splash-drawn across gekota's face.
"An anarchy special…" She uttered, drooling, breathing heavy, her heart pounding in her chest. "Limited and she possesses two of them…"
She reached out grasping the fabric between her thumb and forefinger holding the thin cotton, "thin…. razor thin…" She inspected the strands dangling from the ends.
She raised the shirt up by the hangar holding it across her arm admiring it, shaking her head.
She let out a breath, her eyes fixated on the green image overlapped by a deep red anarchy A splash brush design
Her face suddenly contorted, her chest tightened. She hunched over, catching her breath in anguish, squeezing her eyes. The pain filling every fiber of her body.
"Not this again…" She grasped the hangar, her knuckles turning white. She groaned as the tension rose then vanished. She drew a quiet deep breath, dropping her hands to her knees bracing herself. The T-shirt falling to the floor. The hangar hitting the ground bounced and settled. She gradually opened her eyes looking at the black fabric twisted lying on the floor.
"I don't understand…" She drew a few heavy breaths, squeezing her fist to her chest, her heart racing, her palms wet. She stooped over, picking up the hangar and T-shirt, gradually straightening her back as she hung it up. " Why is this happening…" she could feel her heartbeat slow.
She put her hands on her waist, leaning backwards, stretching her back. Then leaned against the center island dresser. Its dark wood shined, it wooden handles worn from years of wear. She turned to go, but her arm stopped suddenly, her fingers hooking the wooden handle, opening the drawer. "Damn it…" she growled, glaring at the dresser. Then let out a sigh.
Mikoto arched her eyebrows, puckering her lips, checking out her finger, nothing just redness. She curled her lips, reasoning to herself as she peeked at the nearly opened drawer. Her fingers tapping the wooded handle, thinking about closing it.
"Should I do it…" she thought to herself, her eyes moving right to left, "maybe… A little peek…" She smacked her lips, casually licking them, "she won't mind that really…"
She nodded, answering her own question, satisfy herself.
"Oops…" She accidently caught her finger inside the narrow opening and slipped the drawer open.
"Underwear?" Her eyes opened, shining, not just any kind of underwear. They were nicely folded and arranged in a straight row, "gekota…!?" She answered in a sudden hush, "no way that" she hunched her shoulders, dropping her head, twisting looking back and forth, her eyes focused making certain no one was around.
"Just a little…" She grinned as she reached, her hands trembling as she touched the delicate fabric, "look…"
Her heart echoed in her ears, her pulse pounding as she gulped, nervously licking her lips. She lifted the tiny light green underwear, with two fingers by the edges.
The gekota's face on the front. The name on the rear.
She peeked at the drawer lined with underwear, white, green, light green, green stripes, green with white stripes. Her eyes brighter than the colors dancing in her eyes. She attempted to contain herself, "gekota underwear… I don't have any…" She creased her eyes, "wait… This could…" Her eyes widened, "they could…"
"No!" She screamed, immediately covering her mouth, "bras…" Her heart surged into her throat, her eyes teared up as she carefully folded the underwear and set it in the drawer.
"I can't believe…" her voice raised and cracked. She took up the white small cup bra, looking at the little frog in the center.
"So cute…" A few tears filled her eyes, "why can't I…" She tipped her head, "wait…" She leaned forward, her eyes tightened, "they're my size…"
She gripped the bra to her chest, her eyes pinched tight, her lips thinned curled into a smile, her cheeks burned, "my size…" She repeated. She let out a nervous laugh.
Moments passed as she finally struggled to drag herself from the closet, her body shaking like a junkie. She guessed the unoccupied half was for her new wardrobe. She leaned against the door jamb, breathing heavy like she had broken a miracle mile. Once catching her breath, she walked over to the large vanity. She pulled out the chair and sat herself. she sat the boots by the chair and bent down untying her school approved shoes, setting them to the side. Then slipped her feet inside the first boot, "Wow…" she chuckled, lacing the boots past her calves nearly to her knees. Then put the other boot on. She gave an approving nod of her head as she moved her feet, right and left, admiring the difference between her shoes and the boots. " Nice…"
She turned in her seat facing the vanity. The top was clean and tidy and well organized. On the right hand side was a miniature wooden music box set close to the mirror. A brush and comb set, next to it. A small wooden hand mirror faced down next to them. The varnished wood seemed out of place in the elegant decoration of the suite. It was simple and modest, reminding her of the Quaker style. But this looked older. Four drawers hung to her right, descending towards the floor with wooden handles. Her hands drifted across the finish, appreciating the gloss. She twisted the right side of her lips, nodding, lifted her head to look at herself in the mirror.
She tilted her head left and right, searching her reflection. It was the same reflection that greeted her every day. Neatly brushed brown hair, soft eyes and simple smile. Nothing extraordinary. She thought to herself. Her eyes followed the lines of her young face and settled on her lips, Soft, simple lips, no lipstick, no gloss. She gradually opened her mouth, widening her lips. She exhaled, looking at the two fangs in her mouth They didn't reach out as much as they could but nevertheless, she could see them.
She shook her head, reaching for the brush. Her eyes becoming dim, watching the reflection of her hand grabbing the brush. " which one is real…" she thought.
"I am a monster…" She whispered to herself, "I am truly a monster…" Her eyes flickered as her fingers curved around the handle of the brush.
"Hello…" She said, "mikoto"