Imperfect
Disclaimer: Sailor Moon is not mine because I'm too sexy for my shirt ;)
Hey sorry for the long update, things have been a bit hectic with me so I will try to update sooner but school has started back up so I might be held up with homework and jazz but please enjoy chapter 3.
Warm…it was really warm…too warm…I kick off the covers on the bed relieving my body of the sweltering heat but my eyes fell upon my naked form, shock burst from my mouth as I gasp snatching up the duvet to save some of my dignity as I sit pulling my knees and the quilt up to my chest frantically trying to distinguish where I am and if anyone else is around.
I scan the room taking in the pale blue walls, the oak study desk and the annoyingly loud hum of a computer resting upon the said desk. Ami. Yes I am sitting in Ami's room…flashes of me, her, us and it fleet past my mind. I groan into my hands as my weak will and stupidly strong loyalty to my friend caused me to do something I was not ready for and the worst thing is, Ami isn't even my lover, she's just a friend…
Groaning loudly my eyes fall upon the bright neon digits of the clock that was smugly flashing 1.30 PM at me as though its worry free life was superior over my own dynamic and unpredictable one. However my eyes dip down and I notice a note was left there addressed to me in what seems like frantic scribbling. Reaching over for the piece of paper, my hand trembling, I bring the stark white material close to my face so that I could distinguish the messy scrawl that was not of Ami's standards:
Dear Makoto-san,
I am sorry I am not here by the time you read this but I had to go to the hospital for prior arrangements…thank you for your services last night I feel much better now.
Ami
San. She called me san, tears prick annoyingly hot from behind my green eyes as I reread the distant and hurtful letter: "thank you for your services last night"… So I'm nothing more than a prostitute now? No. Even prostitutes get paid at the end of their "service" as Ami had kindly stated. The paper wavered between the shivering fingers that clutch such cruel words; splashes of water striking the scribbled symbols blur their meanings as my own vision becomes watery. The fingers scrunch into powerful fists crumbling the offending material easily as it is propelled against the opposite wall with a soft 'thwack'.
I feel dirty, filthy, and vulgar. I need to rid myself of this festering disease crawling under the surface of my being. Pushing myself from the bed away from soiled sheets I stomp down my need to be covered as I stride into the bathroom to take a blistering hot shower. Having stayed over here a lot it was simple enough to arrange fresh towels to help me vanquish this insane feeling of being stripped of everything that I am worth. The hissing of the shower gives me some consolation before my mind starts linking it with angry faces; faces of society all whispering their disapproval of me again…
"Stop!" I yell fruitlessly as my knees give way and I sink into the shower floor cradling my head in my hands trying to silence the jeering and chanting. Memories flood into my paranoid mind as I see myself standing coldly in a centre of people all bellowing for me to leave their school, their homes and their way of life. They had no time to help the orphan, they had no time to hear my side of the story, their pathetic ignorance only allowed them to protect their pitiful offspring and shun the outsider…
I grab the soap and furiously rub at my skin itching with regret, disgust and vulnerability. I had rebuilt my life here, found friends, comrades and fell in love but now the supposedly pure feeling of love had been twisted into something evil and excruciating as being stomped in the ribs repeatedly…
"Why Ami?" the hoarse scratchiness is barely audible of the constant hiss of clean water thundering down over head. Why did Ami use me? Why had I let her? I'm so confused…I need out of here. These sterile walls create a strong nausea to run through me as I stagger from the shower snatching at towels to quickly dab away the tearful remains of the shower from my body. My clothes are scattered across the room in such a causal manner that replacing them onto my body makes me cringe internally but my desire to be away from all this over powered my self disgust as I ran from the apartment.
Running down the same steps I had sprinted up for fear of Ami's safety I urge my legs to turn into the opposite direction from everything I knew and with my feet pounding off of the concrete paths I ran into the furthest recesses of the city…
Streets, buildings, parks and vehicles all flew past me as I trained all available energies onto my harshening breathing, the carbon dioxide leaving my body inflame my insides painfully, as my tight leg muscles roar in protest to this outrageous and spontaneous surge of exercise I finally collapse in a heap on a grassy verge looking out onto a thick body of water.
Choking on the rapid intake of oxygen I splutter loudly trying to rehydrate my windpipe with evaporating saliva. What a pitiful sight I must be: resting on all fours with my head curled into my chest as I try to regulate my breathing. The sudden rumble from the heavens forces me to throw up my head in a dizzying move to study the stormy black clouds circulating above me. How did I not sense this storm approaching? Closing my eyes I let my elemental energy flare out into the atmosphere so that I could draw some respite from it, I am only hit with a solid wave of immeasurable negativity…
Panting slightly I rise from my degrading position on the grass to stand at full height my right hand slipping into my jean pocket to grasp the sturdy handle of my transformation pen. The familiar feeling of electricity flows around my fatigue form as I whisper my alter ego into existence completely erasing all weariness as I wait for my opponent to make itself known to me.
The wind picks up in velocity and whips around my solitary frame pushing at me in all directions I firmly press the emergency button on my communicator to alert my comrades to the new threat that is eluding my direct attention. Guttural grumbles beneath the surface sets off the excited pumping of adrenaline in my body as I spring backwards away from the accelerating groans of the earth as it suddenly projects upwards a plume of dust billows around the movement and chunks of hardened mud and clay are thrown into the air only to be forced back down by gravity and allow me to ease myself into the motions of dodging. The plume of dust is gathered by the howling wind and surrounds me cutting off any chances of escape and all of my senses are useless in defending me in this smog.
A force impacts into my stomach causing bile fused with blood to spurt forth from my mouth. Another, stronger blow is dealt to my ribs simultaneously cracking three on my right side, more blood rises from my mouth as I feebly stumble in the swirling mass of blinding dirt that seems to be picking up in density rather than dissipating with the typhoon like winds. Focussing my energy I use my aura to try and feel where the attacker is but this hurricane of earth is messing with any kinds of defence I have. Growling in frustration I summon a bolt of lighting to come crashing down on my position using myself as an amplifier I thread the unpredictable element out into the surroundings until the unrelenting cocoon of mud falls lifelessly to the ground once more to reveal a tall brunette woman with captivating green eyes dressed in a green and white fuku…Hang on that's me!
"Who are you?!" I intend to yell but the words claw away from my mouth with a painful scratchiness but the figures hears me as we're now standing in deathly silence, well if you exempt my harsh breathing from the blows I've already sustained.
"More like who are you?" is the smooth reply, great, I do not want a philosophical debate in the middle of a battle especially one I am slightly disadvantaged. The pain in my torso is tampering with my temperature causing it to flare up uncomfortably, I close my eyes briefly but as I open them again,
"Boo!" She laughs right up in my face as a swirling mass of electricity is pumped into my heart, my mouth releases some sort of gargled sound my back smacks off of the ground, my body is convulsing rapidly the electricity isn't elemental it's synthetic! I feel something crawling through my veins paralysing everything as I struggle against it's ever tightening hold of me but I can't keep fighting it my heart is slowing down…my vision is blurring…the pain is fading…
"I'm a much better you," rings out in my ear drums as everything becomes nothing.
I am so sorry for the huge amount of time I took to write this but hopefully I will remedy that although no promises as my work load is picking up but please every review is another reason for me to update – Dark Shadows 01