"Please, just don't get yourself killed out there."
No words were ever exchanged between the two again.
No words were exchanged between any of the Thirteen ever again.
They were all dead, they could never come back to life, they never really were alive to begin with.
None of them were.
Not even her or the Painter.
Anyone that bore a black coat was to be true to themself, they must openly admit to themselves that no emotions resided in their hearts.
No heart resided in their empty shell of a body that took the twisted form of their original selves.
Those that bore the X in their name must openly admit, they were not whole like the others.
They lived in the afterlife.
Some day, their revenge hungry souls would fall into oblivion.
They would be killed.
"Xile, wake up already. The alarms been going off for hours."
Xile mummbled and stirred in her pure white bed, her eyes fluttered open out of the restless nightmare that trickled its way into her mind like fatal poison every night.
The loud and quite irritating buzzing of an alarm screamed into her ear as she flung the pillow over her head to block out the sound. What was the point of getting up to grieve and mourn everyday?
It was tiring and pointless, they never touched that room again, the one that held the high thrones for meetings held between the Thirteen.
"Xile, get up. C'mon don't make me get Xiseh."
"Agh, please don't." She rubbed her eyes and sat up. A silver-haired girl stood beside her paying little attention as she fumbled through Xile's possesions, she was cleaning the room. It wasn't her room, she didn't need to clean it.
Neat freak.
She always loved to clean everyone's room even if it was spotless.
Exept Xiseh's. His was practically uncleanable so said by her.
The white walls and floor of the room was a blank canvas to the Painter.
"Xene...you're cleaning my room, you cleaned it last night." Xile smiled slightly brushing the dark hair off of her warm tanned skin. Xene didn't turn to face her, she fingered through a stack of papers that were resting precariously on Xile's dresser. She could see her mouth stretch into a smile.
"I would always clean their rooms. It's a habit that's hard to forget. Axel-Sama would always left his so untidy. Mother always kept hers well kept. I've only been in Father's room once. He himself never slept. He hadn't a use for a bed or a room." Her smile broadened as she tucked the papers away in the nightstand beside Xile, she turned to face her revealing the one Golden eye tinted orange like the elegant koi and her jewled blue eye that seemed as if it had been stolen from the sea.
"You keep your room cleaner than Mama." The childish word slipped from her mouth and Xene did nothing but smile. The bright room picked up her father's chocolate skin and brightened her eyes.
To think the poor girl was a creation yet her sister was born from the false love of nobodies.
Xile stared into Xene's eyes with her own pale brown. She gave a silent gave and turned to the door, it opened with a squeek.
"You might want to tell Xiseh that the door needs fixed." Xene's voice reached Xile's ears just before the pure white door shut to match the rest of the room.
Maby the reason everyone kept the rooms white was because we felt the need to embrace what rejected us.
Maby the reason was because everyone felt that they had to pay their dues to the light.
It gave everyone their new twisted birth.
Everyone payed more respect to the darkness yet it was the one that birthed the twisted rejection.
Some times thing are better left unknown.