~Moths Don't Like Being Butterflies~
Approximate Chapters Left: 16
.:Chapter 1 ~ ...Threadings of Fate Entwined...:.
"Excuse me miss... I'm sorry I'm a tad late, but... uh, I'd like to fill out a form to enroll in your... lovely... school." Silent eyes without traces of happiness befell upon the primed secretary as she scurried into the next room in search of the enrollment papers. Hotaru, in simplistic Amish style clothing endowed with black shadows, mystique, and the grace of delicate, wispy spider webs, sought out a leather armchair to await her destiny. Cringing at the fact she was sitting on the death of yet another innocent soul taken without thought or heed to life's own blessings, she reached over to the nearby table to accomplish the task of finding an entertaining magazine. Randomly clutching any of the scattered array of catalogs and magazines, she closed her eyes, afraid to look upon another educational brainwashing fact spreadsheet. Upon closer examination after opening her morose eyes of dull violet to the artificial lighting, she found it wasn't, but instead a thick tome of the world's history.
"At least my luck hasn't completely withered away." The now sixteen years aged child of death and yet - strangely enough - rebirth, Hotaru had the notion to roll her eyes and curse her sorrowful fate half-heartedly. Cracking open the dusty book, she began to skim through the many chapters. Sure, world history wasn't a favorite study of many, but she found the knowledge here-in continued beyond value. For what better way to avoid the misunderstandings the world's future has in store, than to know the human emotions and reactions of the past. Hotaru also found the width and height of the moth-eaten sheets bound by quality covering to completely hide her face, another plus and semi-cheer to unfathomable luck.
When lost in the depths of chapter fifty-three, the double oak doors shielding the inside interior from the more outcasted exterior were burst open, the chilly north wind came in with passion, whilst the more solid forms dredged along, almost near-limping with fake illnesses. Hotaru drew her book closer to her nose, finding the less her alabaster skin shone, the more confidence she had. For it was white that never became absorbed by black, and in return, radiated in false splendor. As having always known the life of night and dark, her skin just gave her positioning away.
"Ah man! Relena-baka's mothership?! Why do we have to attend here?!! OF ALL PLACES!?" At the outburst, Hotaru slightly tipped her tome downward to envision the face of the loudest teen she had ever heard. She took note that the braided male's shattering of sweet silence was ignored by his comrades, further proving her point that he truly was loud and gregarious.
"Miss, your enrollment papers are ready to be filled out." The strict voice of the bun toting, grey-plaid secretary announced, only then finding the horribly acrid air of the beige and pink combo wallowing in paint globs on the once-proud walls that adorned the Gabrial school's lobby inhibited by more than just one scholar. Of course, only three or four out of the six enticing faces actually looked like they gave a damn about education.
Trying to muster as much grace as she could in the presence of the five strangers, Hotaru carefully placed her book of wisdom down onto the coffee stained woodwork accomplishing a fine table. As she stood up, she felt the eyes of the haunting strangers weigh her down as she calmly walked over to the reception's desk to not only retrieve the papers, but a suitable pen as well. Turning around, she found them asking for the papers of enrollment as well.
Seeing as how there was only four chairs in the miniscule lobby, Hotaru sought out the darkest corner, allowing the unfortunate souls whom also had been taken in to attend the blasted Peacecraft academy, to at least make use of the furniture. It wasn't that she despised the school and what it stood for, it was those who ran and attended the cursed building. Every one of them dreamers... with a loving family, a table full of food, a roof over there heads... they never truly understood the outside world. Idealism? She was once a teary-eyed peacemaker, hell, she still was, but the weight of wrongs crushed the deeds of those whom still had some scrap of holiness left. Hotaru had just simply grown up alone in this new world, her 'parents' and 'guardians' leaving her to learn the lessons once again. At times of disappointment, she became a 'bitter hermit', living true to the role of Saturn's possession.
And it was this side of her that many other 'citizens' saw. Few even dared to look past the cold facade. And those that did... she had to pity them. Honestly though, she was a good person in her mind and soul, her heart was pure, her innocence untouched... except by Saturn's misfortune to rob her of even that at times. Hotaru stared long and hard at her hands, half expecting them to be red with rich blood from her other side... her senshi being... whom had so ruthlessly took.
And that was the problem here. On this Earth. In this time-frame. The damned enemy wasn't even black nor white! They were grey... they were human. Not youma. It wasn't a fairy-tale with definite 'good' guys and 'bad' guys. They were people doing this for a better way of life. For their families.
She looked up with a sad tear forming in her eyes at the arrangement the now-quieted group of boys had formed. The unusually loud and obsessively hyper one had draped himself across the leather armchair, feet dangling off one side, while being watched with a wholesome glare by another ponytail wearer. She sighed, knowing that in another few minutes something would unfold around the two. What, she couldn't say. The other two armchairs were being used by the seemingly peaceful blonde whom radiated pure honesty and the one with an air of stoic silence about him. Both taking into account the questions asked in quiet detail.
The last figure, she had almost missed. She could almost swear he was part chameleon, literally blending his aura into the wall masked with shadows. He seemed distant, untouchable. He scared her. For once in her life, she saw the facades she played out displayed in full plumage by another. Even his aura - an ability she had recently discovered while trying to see another without masks nor lies - had that same air of prickling cold. Was he as involved with death as she?
Not wishing to be caught staring, she turned back to her own forms, thanking Setsuna and Michiru for more proper, creative writing lessons. Now if only she could remembered what she wrote... Almost all of the packet had been in complete bullshit. Almost nothing was true - but then again - was this all a dream? Some horrible nightmare? Her mind drifted to logic, if it truly was her mind, the walls would not be beige and pink, in any combination. So that left her with choice number two, reality.
