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Drip. Drip. Drip.
Fujino Shizuru.
President of Fujino Corporation.
After all, there was no one else left with the bloodline to succeed my father. Who else but me should take the chore? Who else but me had been brought up under the strictest environment to fulfill my duties in the future?
Fujino Shizuru.
An avid collector of ceremonies and niceties.
A weird hobby this is, isn't it? Who else but me collects ceremonies and niceties and cradles them to my heart and soul everywhere I go? Who would be that obsessed over keeping up a perfect image of oneself and drinks tea everyday like a drug addict? Who would?
Fujino Shizuru.
Yes, it's me. So what now? I am forever bound to this name. Why should I even give a hoot to it? Fujino Shizuru. What a name.
Drip.
No. It's not me.
It was never me. It's just a mask… that's all … right?
Fujino Shizuru.
I, Fujino Shizuru, reside in a gigantic mansion at a lone hilltop with a hundred servants at my beck and call. No, face it, the entire hill is mine and would be mine for always and eternity. After all, no one would have dared to snatch this hill from me nor did they have the ability to do so. To anyone, I guess, this little description was totally befitting that of a peaceful vengeful probably vampire countess living in seclusion.
I am the Countess Fujino Shizuru. Haha. How funny. I'm so totally amused.
Then again, Fujino Shizuru should never be found here. Pathetic, useless! Even if it was only a poor excuse of a mask, was this how you should be? No. Fujino Shizuru should never be seen drenched in the rain and soaked to the bone. No. Fujino Shizuru should never have that pained look of anguish or any other emotion showing on her face. No. Fujino Shizuru does not crumble under any circumstances, and neither does she cry under the camouflage of the rain. No. Absolutely not.
Even so… isn't it ironical that Fujino Shizuru had flesh and blood?
I gave a bitter smirk at that thought.
Perhaps I'm just a malfunctioning new age Frankenstein. Maybe I'm nothing but a badly programmed humanoid which had sensations and feelings that defied the maker's plans - a prototype that was garbage-type trash.
That would explain the hopelessness I feel… wouldn't it?
Why must I be Fujino Shizuru?
Drip.
The chief of the First District just sat there, looking pointedly at me.
"You would kill me, Fujino Shizuru. Wouldn't you?"
"Aren't you running like the rest of them?"
I could hear the distinct roar of Kiyohime as she ripped the life out of yet another member of the living behind me.
"Why should I run? Aren't you the one who's running away?"
I clutched the Naginata even tighter at her words, letting the chill from the smooth metal soothe my rattled nerves.
It's for Natsuki.
"I hit the nail right on its head, didn't I? That's why you had no answer for me."
"Pray tell me… how am I exactly running away? The last time I checked, I was doing the offensive, not retreating."
A smile reached her lips, but the crinkled old skin made it to be more a grimace than anything else. Lazily, I spared her another glance, taking in the sight which beholds the ancient chief of the First District.
Eyes that were lined with weariness… and pity.
"I pity you, child. You should speak more of your own feelings instead of keeping them in like you did. Such a waste… you could have been a fine person just by being more honest with yourself."
Pity for me…
"I have no need for gratification."
That, I'm sure, was the last words she'd heard before I sliced her into pieces.
Her arms spread out in an embrace… an embrace of death… an embrace of condolence… a weak attempt to bring an unknown stranger out of the pits of hell.
"It's too late for that anyway. I'd sunk in too deeply to breathe the air of purity anymore."
The undead walked on, leaving death and destruction in its wake.
Drip.
Fujino Shizuru. That's who I will always be… ad infinitum.
The cold edge of the large boulder I sat on cuts further into my freezing flesh as the howl of the wind bombards my ears with its wail. Surrounding me was the merciless rain pelting down in heavy torrents, as if they were trying to wash away my sins with its sheer force. Thunderclaps were heard plainly in the distance and I half-wished that one would find me and take me away. I'm in the woods anyway… not the best place to be in a storm… maybe… just maybe… I shook my head slightly to clear the silly thoughts that were running rampant through my mind. After all, I couldn't afford to die in the rain.
I closed my eyes and lifted my face up to meet the onslaught of rain, letting the drops of tranquility cleanse the dried tears upon my face as I once again held the mask of indifference and honed in my binge thoughts. It just wouldn't do to have someone see the infallible Shizuru in such a rueful state. Suddenly, I was shielded by something from the tears of heavens.
Nao.
"Shizuru."
"Natsuki."
Oh. How foolish I am…
Nao.
A/N: Join my quest in converting people into ShizNao fans! Feel my wrath! Muahaha!
:ahem: Ok, second insert for this fic… not much interaction here or explanations for that matter… might be a little confusing… watch out for the next chapter to know more! As usual, feel free to give any form of constructive criticism and correct any grammar or word errors! Oh, and have I mentioned how much any writer loves reviews? –hint hint-
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As for my other stories, I'm sad to announce that they'll be on hold temporarily as the exams are killing off most of my plotbunnies.
Challenge: Guess what would happen next… hehe… -runs away to dreamland-