Glitch
Being a Lady

Two violet eyes looked out the window at the setting sun. The girl's mouth twisted up into a frown, and her eyes narrowed into a glare. A pillow was pressed between her legs and arms squished together so that she wouldn't lose her temper. Losing her temper would mean something would end up blown up, or smashed into pieces. The woman's words kept coming back to her as she bit back her anger by biting down on the pillow.

"I believe this brother of yours is a figment of your imagination."

The young female finally stopped biting down on the pillow. Exhaustion from controlling her anger caused her to flop down onto the bed as her eyes stared out the window. Her purple eyes narrowed at the large window. "Rules. All she talked about during dinner was those damn rules. Seriously... how does she expect me to remember all those rules about when to eat dinner. Nobody is..."

"... you were thinking that nobody would be capable of memorizing all of those rules, but then concluded that your brother could have done it."

"He's just a figment of my imagination just like you are."

"I suggest not telling that lady about me. She'll likely treat you like you're mental."

"How is that new?" The girl tugged at the silky nightgown she had been given. She sighed as she felt the frill at the end and turned over to face the other direction.

"She wants you to act a certain way. She wants you of all people to act like a lady."

Two purple eyes closed from exhaustion and frustration.

M

When her eyes opened again it was dark despite the full moon shining outside of her window. The only light in the room came from the place the moon light hit the floor leaving the pattern of the large window. The white sheets also lit up as did the door to her room. Her feet swung over the edge and she headed out the door to the room. "You're not supposed to be out of bed at night. There is a curfew."

Bambietta spun around to look for the woman whose voice the words belonged to, but found no one. Instead she saw a long corridor with many doors on either side. Looking in the other direction she saw the same thing. The door to her room was also gone. She took a deep breath. "Great. I'm dreaming."

She walked down the corridor until she came to a place where the door interested her. She opened it up and the door swung into the room. She saw a small room with white walls and no furniture. There was also a limited amount of light. She saw a white head of hair and the figure of a small boy despite the lack of light. "Shiro-nii? Can you play?"

The boy at first didn't respond and she repeated what she wanted to say. The boy's head finally came up. His eyes were dull and colorless. "I'm being punished."

"What ever for?"

"I messed up in my lessons again."

"I don't understand. I though what you did was amazing."

"Uncle says everything is wrong."

The door then closed as someone pushed it shut. She saw the hand that closed the door and looked up at her uncle. She found herself turning around to look at his majesty. She opened her mouth to say what their biological connection was, but her voice couldn't say anything. The man looked her in the eyes. "What is the wish you want granted?"

"I want my brother. I want you to bring him back to life."

M

Her body felt heavy as she snapped out of the dream. Bambietta's heart beat fast as she tried to reconcile what was her dream, and what was in fact reality. She finally pushed herself up and headed to the bathroom attached to her room. The girl splashed water into her face in order to try and calm herself down. Her eyes finally snapped shut and she headed back to the bed and sat back down hugging the pillow. Her voice was muffled by the puffy object. "Why did I ever wish for such a thing. It's not as if I really had a brother."

"You did have a brother."

"That's just wishful thinking." The girl leaned back into the headboard of the bed. "It's wishful thinking brought about by the fact I felt lonely. Seriously... would having a brother who could do everything and anything make me feel better."

"Now you're thinking you would be jealous of him just to make yourself fill better. How cute."

The pillow suddenly flew across the room and hit the other wall. She remained that way until a knock came. Bambietta slipped out of the bed and opened the door. A maid stood outside of the room twisting her hands from nervousness. "Hello miss. I'm supposed to help you pick out an outfit from the closet."

The violet haired female backed away. The girl came in while Bambietta popped onto the bed. "Why am I putting up with her?"

"You don't have anywhere else to go. You don't know what will happen if you misbehave."

Two violet eyes watched the girl pick out a pale blue dress with a green ruffle. The girl brought over the dress and set it onto the bed. "I think Mrs. Ishida will be pleased with this one."

Bambietta's mouth twisted up into a deep frown. "I'm not pleased with that. That dress is not my colors. Though it would look good on..."

The young Quincy's mind paused allowing the voice in her head to speak up. "Your brother is a boy. I doubt he would enjoy being made to wear a dress."

"He's look so cute though..." The girl pulled the dress over her head without removing the nightgown.

"Miss... you can't wear your nightclothes under the dress."

One violet eye peeked out at the girl. "I know that. I'm not going to change though in front of you."

The violet eye watched as the maid let out a deep breath and headed out of the room. Bambietta then pulled off the dress and changed. The voice in the back of her head spoke. "Admit it. You did want to wear the nightclothes under the dress because you're lazy."

"No... I wanted to wear the nightclothes underneath because the dress looked itchy. It is." Bambietta straightened out the skirt of the dress despite the fact it didn't need straightening. Her mouth curled up and a sigh came out. She headed to the door only to find that the maid was there waiting for her.

"Miss... you need to do something about your hair." The main placed her hands on the girls shoulders and led her back to the bathroom. "Miss Masaki should have had some kind of hair accessory in here."

"I never wear hair accessories in my hair. Even if I did there is nothing I can do without a hairbrush."

"There should be a hairbrush here as well."

"I'm not using a hairbrush that's old."

"I... yes." The maid stopped rummaging around and stood up. "I guess that would be true. I'll speak to Mrs. Ishida about this. She asks for you to be down in the dining room for breakfast."

Bambietta let out a sigh as she tucked her hands behind her back. "I'm going to go crazy. If and en I go crazy I am going to blow this entire place up." The girl slipped into the chair at the table after the long walk down the halls. She slouched down causing the woman to clear her throat. She reluctantly sat up and glared at the woman. "If I was a boy, you would be saying something different. Unless it was nii-san."

"Now why would it be different for your nii-san."

"Because everybody expected..." Bambietta shook her head.

"Is something the matter?"

"No... I mean, I couldn't get a good nights sleep."

"That is understandable as you happen to be in a new place. If it is something else, some kind of anxiety problem... I'll have you go see my son for a prescription to handle the sleeping problem."

"How convenient."

"You'll also be starting school Monday. I expect you to act like a lady and represent yourself as our ward quite well."

"Great. I thought she wasn't on speaking terms with her son. I guess she has no problem using the fact he's a doctor to her advantage though."

"Stop slouching in your chair."

Bambietta sat up. "Can I ask a question?"

"You may."

"Do you know what happened to the other girls? Is there a way I could find out?"

"I told you. Those that survived are locked up in Shinigami jail cells."

The young girl's hands slammed against the table. "What don't you understand about me wanting to know which ones survived and which ones didn't!"

"I will not be spoken to in such a manner young lady."

"You know full well who I am."

"You're also in my house, so my rules. You're also my ward, so my rules."

"It's no wonder your son doesn't want to speak with you."

"You may spend the morning in your room with no breakfast."

Bambietta felt her eye twitch. "I think your son married who he did just to piss you off."

The girl turned and began to stomp her way out of the room only to have the lady call after her. "Do not walk in such a manner."

The girl straightened up her pose and clenched her hands at her sides. "I want to kill her. Maybe that will please her son and he'll take me as his ward."

"I think you should meet her son first."