Author's note: Ok this is chappy one. I have decided to write the whole thing about who Nuriko got to that point. This is kind of a vent fic. I know a lot of people don't like when writers do that but hey it works. Sorry.
Disclaimer: I don't own FY at all never have never will!
Broken down
…
Never to be fixed
My conscience was slowly returning to me, my mind waking up from a beautiful sleep, where father didn't yell at me for my preferences. Waking up from a place where school wasn't so well … schoolish and from a place wear one person just one had eyes for me and only me.
I pushed these thoughts and many others out of my mind as I lifted myself out of bed giggling uneasily for thinking these thoughts.
You're life's not too bad people love you … just …
My mind drifted
…just not love love you. I mean take Miaka for example she's like a second sister to you. And or course Tasuki is always there for you.
I walked over to my dresser and pulled out a red and white hoody and a pair of black pants. This was so unlike me in many different ways, usually I wore shorts or maybe a skirt and for a top almost all my cloths were short sleeved. Just for now though this was the types of outfits I was reduced to wear, the types of outfits that would cover the cuts that were forming on my body as the days passes. Not that anyone knew about these injuries being here. In my mind I made a promise to myself that I wouldn't tell anyone, they probly wouldn't care anyway … they're just cuts.
Ya self inflicted cuts.
I sighed slipping out of my pajamas taking a few moments to examining the seven or so cuts on my upper leg. A few of them were healing nicely but two or three I saw would turn into nasty scars.
My gaze focused on the clock on the table next to my bed.
7:34
Out of my lips escaped a quick eep as I quickly slipped into my pants and then my hoody. I ran to my dresser picking up a brush and brushing the long stands or purple that from sleeping was mercilessly tossed everywhere. As I brushed I couldn't help but stair at the picture on the mirror.
It was a picture that was taken last summer at the trip to the beach. Miaka and Taka had decided to talk us all their for a party. Everyone came it was wonderful.
My eyes gazed over every single person Miaka, Taka, Chiriko, Yui, Tasuki, Mits, Tama (or course) Chichiri…
My eyes stopped as they reached Hotohori. Hotohori had been the person I loved as a woman for … well as long as I could remember I was even reborn once as a girl just to be with him. But ever since we were reborn in Miaka's world and he found Houki again he has been with her.
I wasn't mad at Houki at this point, I could never be mad at Houki, she was my best friend it was impossible. So now when I see Hotohori and Houki holding hands I …
With a sudden jolt I came back to reality.
SCHOOL!
Looking over at the clock that now read 7:41; I don't even bother tying my hair back. I put the brush down scurried over to my book bag flung it over my shoulder and headed out the bedroom door.
On my way to the stairs I stopped my sister's room, "Korin" I didn't even wait for a response "You have about 5 minutes till your bus comes get ready."
Their was a sleepy moan on the other side that probly meant "ok" and with that I was off. My sister went to an all girls Catholic School about 13 minutes away so she took the bus. My school one the other hand was only down the street so I waked. Or in the case of being this late ran.
Author's note: I know that was really short but I promise you the next chapter will be longer I mean it's the whole school day. A lot of things can go right or wrong in that 7 hours . Like a trip to the guidance councilor …hint hint. I mean really if anyone has ever gone to the guidance councilor for anything they know how scary it is … (or maybe it's just me). Anyway ja ne!
