It wasn't a good morning, and it wasn't a sour one. She didn't look
forward to rolling out of bed, nor did she dread it. To her each day had
simply become another form of tiredless mantony that she had come to know
as life.
Dragging herself out of the warm sancuary other wise known as her bed, Kiyone stumbled over to the "bed side" table; which was now ironically across the room from her bed, go figure, and plopped herself down on the seat staring into the slightly cracked mirror hanging loosely from a nail above it.
She swooped her long locks of hair up atop of her head into a bun and left a few random peices to fall around her face. Sighing she then stretched out her arms and legs before walking over to the small kitchen down the tan rug clad hall and took several ice cubes out of the freezer, wrapping them in a wash cloth.
Holding the wash cloth to her eye, she sighed again and with her one open eye she searched through her refridgerator, just waiting for something to pop out at her. Nothing did of course, as usual. With a weak attempt at false happiness, she pulled a bowl of cut up melon from behind the Cherry flavored Saltzer water near the back of the fridge. This would have to do.
Sitting down at her round wooden kitchen table, she picked at a few peices of melon with her fork, really just pushing the pecies around the bowl. She had never been much of an eater in the morning, much to her parents dispare. "You need to eat more Kiyone, you aren't starving your self are you? Kiyone, answer me, answer me Kiyone." Even then she could still hear her parents words and she shuddered a bit, and leaned back in her chair, feeling the tiniest tinge of a head ache slipping into the back of her head.
Not today mom, she thought and put the melon away. Then after a few swigs of the Seltzer water she tossed the wash cloth covered ice cubes back into the sink and walked back to her bedroom.
Again sitting at her bed side table, she looked into the mirror, examing her reflection in it. With a rolling of her eyes, she noticed that all three of the things she dreaded the morning after crying herself to sleep were definately there. The bags under her eyes still remained, the redness, the puffiness. Had pressing ice cubes against her eyes ever worked? She doubted it. Why did she continue to use them then? She didn't know, and as she balanced her elbows against the stiff wood of the table top and rested her head in her hands, she wasn't quite in the mood to think about it.
After a few minutes of sitting there in silence, Kiyone raised her head and looked back at her relfection in the mirror. Her midnight blue eyes shot out of her ivory skin, peircing with things even she couldn't quite disifer. Angst? Maybe. Hatred? Towards who? Regret? For what? Shutting her eyes again, she let her finger tips dot her still swollen eye lids and then dragged her fingers up and down her skin, exhausted still after a full night of a half sleep.
Crossing her legs at the knee, she half heartily tugged at her gray night gown and knew that she had to get ready for work, wether she liked it or not.
Looking over her mismatched piles of makeup, she picked through until she found what she was looking for. A thin line of black eyeliner here, some under eye cover up there. A brush of ivory colored face powder and a spot of red lip stain to finish the look. Taking the dark blue fake satin scrunchie out of her hair she let it spill down her back and ran her brush through it, frowning as it's sharp bristles broke through the knots that had formed through her strands.
She then changed into her uniform and at the last thought through on one of the few peices of nice jewelry that she owned, a thin gold barclett that her grandfather had given her several days before she had first joined the Galaxy Police, which seemed like so, so many years ago.
Smiling sheepily to herself as she grabbed her like summer jacket, and with dismay she noticed had small Coke stain on the right sleeve, and locked the door to her apartment behind her before setting off for the for the twenty minute walk to the hell she sometimes referred to as her job.
Walking along, she breathed in the sweet early morning scent of barely there dew on the leaves and let the pleasant chirping of the birds balanced almost magically atop the tree branches ring in her ears. As she walked she began to hum a little tune to herself, letting her hands rest in her jacket pockets and looking out at the busy street next to her, barely catching sight of the hurried faces behind the often tinted car windows.
Although most people in her day and age had a car, she had never disered to own one of her own, she always figured, rather it would be considered illogical or not, that a bus, train, boat, or plane could get her anywhere she needed to be, and also the forever back fall was walking, or in some cases running.
With a half smile she remembered her beautiful space ship that the Galaxy Police had given her, back when herself and Mihoshi had been partners, and she chuckled a bit to herself under her breathe as she remembered crashing at poor Tenchi Masaki's house and how they had all stayed there together for who knows how long? She stopped dead then, suddenly troubled that she couldn't even recall the number. Shaking her head, she suddenly felt her heart drop at her own shame and walked quickly the rest of the way to work, not wanting to think of her past friends and the happier times she had spent with them again.
Settling into her place in the office, she shrugged off her jacket and tossed it over towards the coat rack, not quite caring if she covered so and so's oh so expensive coat or not. She sat down at her place and flipped through the piles of paper work that was tossed into the manilla folder laying on her desk.
"Good morning Kiyone." said a new man on the job, she believed his name was Todd.
"Good morning." she responded back, trying to sound and act as pleasant as she could. As he walked away, she felt a light blush rise up her neck and she silently cursed at herself for allowing it to happen. After all, what did she have to be embaressed about? It wasn't as if Todd or whatever the hell his name was knew that she used to be one of the most respected and highest sought out Police women around, as far as he knew she had always just stayed in the office working through paper work and doing other somewhat meaningless things in the long run.
Crossing her legs in her chair, Kiyone sighed heavily and began going up the so calledly duties of her job that she had longed begun to loathe and tried to keep up the idle rather pointless chit chat with her fellow workers as they walked by her through out the day. It was tiresome, keeping up that fake look and act of normality, but it was what she had come to except and live by.
*~Yes again I know this chapter is rather odd, and I tried to fix my spell check thing on my computer earlier so I hope it's at least some what better than it was with my earlier chapter. I thank those of you who reviewed and I really appreciate it. Please please take the simple two minutes it takes to send out a review and I just want to mention that I realize this story is rather dull but it will hopefully get better.*~
Dragging herself out of the warm sancuary other wise known as her bed, Kiyone stumbled over to the "bed side" table; which was now ironically across the room from her bed, go figure, and plopped herself down on the seat staring into the slightly cracked mirror hanging loosely from a nail above it.
She swooped her long locks of hair up atop of her head into a bun and left a few random peices to fall around her face. Sighing she then stretched out her arms and legs before walking over to the small kitchen down the tan rug clad hall and took several ice cubes out of the freezer, wrapping them in a wash cloth.
Holding the wash cloth to her eye, she sighed again and with her one open eye she searched through her refridgerator, just waiting for something to pop out at her. Nothing did of course, as usual. With a weak attempt at false happiness, she pulled a bowl of cut up melon from behind the Cherry flavored Saltzer water near the back of the fridge. This would have to do.
Sitting down at her round wooden kitchen table, she picked at a few peices of melon with her fork, really just pushing the pecies around the bowl. She had never been much of an eater in the morning, much to her parents dispare. "You need to eat more Kiyone, you aren't starving your self are you? Kiyone, answer me, answer me Kiyone." Even then she could still hear her parents words and she shuddered a bit, and leaned back in her chair, feeling the tiniest tinge of a head ache slipping into the back of her head.
Not today mom, she thought and put the melon away. Then after a few swigs of the Seltzer water she tossed the wash cloth covered ice cubes back into the sink and walked back to her bedroom.
Again sitting at her bed side table, she looked into the mirror, examing her reflection in it. With a rolling of her eyes, she noticed that all three of the things she dreaded the morning after crying herself to sleep were definately there. The bags under her eyes still remained, the redness, the puffiness. Had pressing ice cubes against her eyes ever worked? She doubted it. Why did she continue to use them then? She didn't know, and as she balanced her elbows against the stiff wood of the table top and rested her head in her hands, she wasn't quite in the mood to think about it.
After a few minutes of sitting there in silence, Kiyone raised her head and looked back at her relfection in the mirror. Her midnight blue eyes shot out of her ivory skin, peircing with things even she couldn't quite disifer. Angst? Maybe. Hatred? Towards who? Regret? For what? Shutting her eyes again, she let her finger tips dot her still swollen eye lids and then dragged her fingers up and down her skin, exhausted still after a full night of a half sleep.
Crossing her legs at the knee, she half heartily tugged at her gray night gown and knew that she had to get ready for work, wether she liked it or not.
Looking over her mismatched piles of makeup, she picked through until she found what she was looking for. A thin line of black eyeliner here, some under eye cover up there. A brush of ivory colored face powder and a spot of red lip stain to finish the look. Taking the dark blue fake satin scrunchie out of her hair she let it spill down her back and ran her brush through it, frowning as it's sharp bristles broke through the knots that had formed through her strands.
She then changed into her uniform and at the last thought through on one of the few peices of nice jewelry that she owned, a thin gold barclett that her grandfather had given her several days before she had first joined the Galaxy Police, which seemed like so, so many years ago.
Smiling sheepily to herself as she grabbed her like summer jacket, and with dismay she noticed had small Coke stain on the right sleeve, and locked the door to her apartment behind her before setting off for the for the twenty minute walk to the hell she sometimes referred to as her job.
Walking along, she breathed in the sweet early morning scent of barely there dew on the leaves and let the pleasant chirping of the birds balanced almost magically atop the tree branches ring in her ears. As she walked she began to hum a little tune to herself, letting her hands rest in her jacket pockets and looking out at the busy street next to her, barely catching sight of the hurried faces behind the often tinted car windows.
Although most people in her day and age had a car, she had never disered to own one of her own, she always figured, rather it would be considered illogical or not, that a bus, train, boat, or plane could get her anywhere she needed to be, and also the forever back fall was walking, or in some cases running.
With a half smile she remembered her beautiful space ship that the Galaxy Police had given her, back when herself and Mihoshi had been partners, and she chuckled a bit to herself under her breathe as she remembered crashing at poor Tenchi Masaki's house and how they had all stayed there together for who knows how long? She stopped dead then, suddenly troubled that she couldn't even recall the number. Shaking her head, she suddenly felt her heart drop at her own shame and walked quickly the rest of the way to work, not wanting to think of her past friends and the happier times she had spent with them again.
Settling into her place in the office, she shrugged off her jacket and tossed it over towards the coat rack, not quite caring if she covered so and so's oh so expensive coat or not. She sat down at her place and flipped through the piles of paper work that was tossed into the manilla folder laying on her desk.
"Good morning Kiyone." said a new man on the job, she believed his name was Todd.
"Good morning." she responded back, trying to sound and act as pleasant as she could. As he walked away, she felt a light blush rise up her neck and she silently cursed at herself for allowing it to happen. After all, what did she have to be embaressed about? It wasn't as if Todd or whatever the hell his name was knew that she used to be one of the most respected and highest sought out Police women around, as far as he knew she had always just stayed in the office working through paper work and doing other somewhat meaningless things in the long run.
Crossing her legs in her chair, Kiyone sighed heavily and began going up the so calledly duties of her job that she had longed begun to loathe and tried to keep up the idle rather pointless chit chat with her fellow workers as they walked by her through out the day. It was tiresome, keeping up that fake look and act of normality, but it was what she had come to except and live by.
*~Yes again I know this chapter is rather odd, and I tried to fix my spell check thing on my computer earlier so I hope it's at least some what better than it was with my earlier chapter. I thank those of you who reviewed and I really appreciate it. Please please take the simple two minutes it takes to send out a review and I just want to mention that I realize this story is rather dull but it will hopefully get better.*~