Note:
Speak: Sakura's think.
Speak: Pearl's think.
Speak: Memory, Amethyst's and others' think.
Sorry for taking so long!! The exam really gets onto me, and I was so stressed. I haven't posted new chapter in Do It For Them too, Urgh...
But here, I give you a new chapter!! And remember, Sakura will be very strong, but she has flaws and she has problems.
Also, we will meet Renji again!! Soon!!
Kudos and comments, as usual~
White.
Everything around her is White. White. White. White.
White. Empty White. Dominant White. Cold White. Ruthless White.
Master. Master. Master. Master.
Obedient. Obedient. Obedient.
Just stay still. Submissive. A Pearl must not move unless their Masters order them to. Be a good doll. A good puppet. Nothing more. Nothing less.
Wite ties her limbs, pulls it down, hangs around her neck, force her to always looks up. Chin high, don't move.
Smile.
Smile.
Smile.
Show her you are happy. That you are grateful for your position. Smile, and she won't be angry.
She stares at somewhere far away, the fog keeps blurring her sight. She is not completely unconscious, but she doesn't understand things around her.
Sakura's eye, the real one, slightly focuses to her hand, which is folded and rests on the dirty, dirty white kimono. Her Diamond (White Diamond) won't be pleased about this.
(Such a useless Pearl.)
Nonononononononononono-
Someone is screaming. So familiar, yet it's not. Is that an Amethyst? A failed one? Is her Diamond punishing them? Shows them their place? Is her black fingernail placing on their Gems like she did to Pearl, digs into the stone while her power washes over it, cleaning ever thing out of their system?
Is she bleaching them, like she did to her?
Ghostly pain shoots up her (Pearl) spine at the unrespectful think, and she bows, eye wide, unfocused.
Her Master is angry. Behave. Be good.
The fog is getting thicker.
NononononononoNotPearlYouareOpalstopstopstopstopstop!!
The Gem is so loud.
Don't shout. She will be angry.White Pearl's dead heart clenches, but she doesn't dare to speak.
She is just a Pearl.
Once a bleaching Gem. Always a Bleaching Gem.
NO!!!!
The fog takes over Sakura's sight, leaves her in blindness of White. Everything goes silent.
The Gem is quiet.
Is she gone?
Sakura smiles.
White Pearl smiles.
(Smile, for tears are long dry. Smile, for she has nothing in her hand.
Smile, because she can't go against White Diamond's order.
Even if she wants to.)
It has been a few days since the pinkette's arrival.
Another debtor. They say. Another slave to sell. Another girl loses her future.
No one cares. Why should they? This is normal. They get used to it now. Life is never fair.
The girl is pretty. They say. Pink hair, long and soft, pale skin, smoother than a pearl, pure green eyes. Small body, long legs, dressed in a kimono and red scarf.
A doll. They call her.
They are not wrong. For how in the underworld can she be a human? She is just the weridest in all the weirdos. She doesn't react like other victims. No tears. No screaming. No struggling. No dighting. No attemp to escape. Just….sitting there, in the small, dirty room used to locked all the prisoners, staring at the wall. Not even a small movement from that tiny body.
A statue. The men joke.Gatou must freak her out so hard.
If they can know how painfully right their words are. If they spend just a second to look into her eyes, they will notice. They will see a heart-broken, chilling sight. Empty. Hollow. Her body still, lifeless, a puppet without it's strings. Her eye wide open, the rare sparkle that usual lights up her entire young face is gone.
The men around her laughing, cheering and talking about how much money they can get from this 'small, pretty little girl'. Some rude, cold-blooded comments about Sakura are threw around, some like 'too bad we can't have fun with her' or 'soon she will become toys.' Some men look at her in pity, for they understand clearly what will happen to her.
The girl never reacts.
She keeps staring, and staring, and waiting.
Her Master has not called her yet. So Sakura remains inactive.
She is losing her mind. She remembers nothing, only White and her purpose. To serve. To please. To entertain.
Nothing more, nothing less.
Distant noises reach her dull senses. Sakura keeps her gaze straight. Who are they? Are they Gems come to report? They have to be patient. Her Diamond must be busy right now. Normally, the strings attached to Sakura's body will ring with the voice of her, mighty and robotic, comes from her weak mouth. The power, belongs to a leader, a Goddess surpasses them all, rules them with her luxurious gem, vibrates in her body, a power different from what she has been born with, but still. A power of a Diamond. Power of White.
(Not Pink.)
Today, she feels none of that. That's strange. Her Diamond's aura is so bright, how can she not feel it?
It's not a Pearl's right to ask, so she keeps her mouth shut.
'Tuck.'
Someone is near Sakura right now, pulling at something in her hands. She keeps her fists closed, tightly, the soft silky material brushes against her fingers, pulls Sakura back to reality for a moment.
Red. Red scarf. Beautiful, gorgeous red scarf.
Her fingers twitch, trying to curl around it. Something inside her melting in faint, rare happiness.
Is White Diamond in a good mood today? So good that she gives her the old, old scraf from the old, glorious day.
("My Diamond, this is…." Pink Pearl held the long piece of fabric up with both hand, her breath hitched. "This is…….. This is-"
"A Turquoise's handwork!" Pink clapped her hand. "I think it suits you!! Your dance will be much prettier with this scarf!! I know it's not very good, bu-"
"My Diamond." Folded it around her elbows and her back, Pink Pearl bowed. "This is. Perfect. I can never repay for this. My eternal grate for such a merciful Master."
"That's nothing, Pearl!!"
No, My Diamond.
That was everything to me. Everything in the world.
Everything. )
'Tug'
Someone pulls the scarf again. Something inside her, in the dead soul, rages.
Who? Who have the courage to try to take away what's her? Who dares to put their filthy hands on her treasure, the only thing she has to remind her the past.
Sakura looks up. Her eye blank and death, fake and clear.
The hand stops, and everything returns to the peaceful silence.
She relaxes.
Good.
She holds the scarf close to her, keeps the source of peace and warmth as long as she can before it dissapears from her hands, again. Before she has nothing but White and empty fog.
Sakura sits there, still.
And she waits, for new order.
Whitewhitewhitewhitewhitewhitewhitewhite
(Pink)
The men around Sakura begins to notice that, something is wrong with the pinkette locked in the cage.
How can a child be so calm? So quiet? How can she not eat? How can she not move anytime they try to scare her? Not even physical abusement or mocking words shake the girl out of her state.
The only time she reacts is when a guard tries to take the red silk scarf away from the girl and claims it his. That is expensive, he tells his friend, a slave shouldn't have it. Gatou won't care about that. Just a scarf after all.
He doesn't success, however, for no matter how strong he is, how hard he pulls and pulls, the grip of the small girl is like iron, harder than any metal, unbreakable. It is the moment he loses his patience and ready to slap her in the face, that the girl looks at him.
He freezes.
Green meets brown. Darkest, toxic green with darkness cling at the corner of her wide iris, a hollow abyss that has no ending, no begining. Even if the sun is shining in the sky, he swears that the room's temperature is lower than the winter itself. Not the normal coldness. It's the lack of warmth that scares you, the hand that takes away all life in a human body but doesn't kill you. No. For if there is no lifex there is no death.
Hollow, her eyes are.
His knees shaking so bad that the man nearly falls down when he turns and runs away from the gi-monster. He falls with a grace of of a newborn, but fuck his pride, because pride means nothing when you are dead.
The man never, ever steps close to that cage again. But the terror doesn't fade away. It clings there, at his heart, at his mind. Death takes form of a pair of empty, broken eyes and something red like the liquid of life, haunts his dream forever.
There is something once made will follow you down to hell. It echoes through years and years, mind through mind, the immortal of a nightmare.
He doesn't feel relieved when Gatou decides to sell the girl to somewhere far from Wave, somewhere in the Land Of Tea, to a rich man that's nothing better than him.
He doesn't escape from that pair of green eyes, because how can a mortal runs away from a monster after you dare to wake it from it's dream.
Yes. Yes. Yes. That girl……That doll… She can't be a human.
She is Death. She is Hell. She is Rage.
She is White. And she is Pink.
Under that pale white, fragile skin, a demon waiting. A being that has no direct shape or no feature, a thing full of white subtance that keeps pouring and pouring and pouring, out of control.
Created from the Pink and grew in the White, It's waiting.
It has been waiting for eons, and it's still waiting.
But soon. Soon.
It will be free.