Chapter 2: Orange Guilt
Anna rested her chin on her palm, looking out of the airplane's window. She was thinking about her time with Yoh. It was short and nice. Maybe it was because it was nice that it felt so short. They came across many competitors and life threatening situations, especially when the Shaman King Tournament began. The Shaman King Tournament... she felt so used. "He didn't stop me because he doesn't need me around. He's already the Shaman King," Anna thought, her eyes hardening and suddenly her eyes felt watery. She looked down on the piece of paper she was holding with her left hand and began to write with the pencil in her other hand.
Orange, succulent insides,
Fragile orange walls,
Round shaped entity.
A knife is its destiny,
Sharp, rigid point,
On pure, mythical skin.
Pressed forward to incise,
Liquid spills out, dripping,
And dripping until halved.
Anna contemplated for a while, and then wrote on top of the paper:
To Be Eaten
Anna stared down at the paper for several minutes before deciding it was right to call herself crazy. "What is wrong with me?" she thought, though she already knew the answer.
Author's Notes:
Bored and feeling guilty.