Preferably Perfect
Summary: Perfection. "Marisu has always been perfect," Paranoia. "What are you then?" "The complete opposite." The effects of having a mary-sue as a sister.
Please review, I'D BE HAPPY FOR YOUR OPINION! Also, do you have any good jokes? I've been hoping to crack some good ones at my friends for a while. Hahaha.
DISCLAMERS RULE BRO
Papers folded in front, a soft pout framing her face. She pushed her soft wisps of hair from her face ignoring the blaze of pain that pulsed from her too-tight ponytail that rested on the crown of her head. A price to pay for beauty. She exchanged looks from the front of the class with her sister who rested in the back, a permanent scowl etched to her face. She stared back at her with indifference, which infuriated her. Marisu didn't like indifference, she liked reaction, action; something energetic.
This was why Sakurai and Marisu never got along- Marisu was too emotional.
It wasn't horrible living with each other, but they couldn't say they loved it. Marisu was trying to stay number one, while Sakurai was trying to survive. It was some sort of a enigma how they fit so well, while painfully mirroring each other in way that described different.
The teacher prompted her to explain the simplest of questions. If any other problem she would have to think for a moment, but instead she quickly answered it. "36," She spoke, confident. The teacher smiled in joy, "Correct, again! Nothing less expected from my star student."The pencil shifted in her hand as the teacher called her name with an endearing, prideful tone that was filled with selfishness.
"Marisu,"
The teacher's voice dripped with honey as she turned to the board and began to write another problem. Marisu's eyes searched the board, but then she was found utterly confused. This was a highschool question. The teacher placed down her marker and turned around, hands expectingly on her hips."Does anyone know the answer to this question?"She raised an eyebrow at Marisu,
"Do you know, Marisu?" The girl gulped, wringing her hands together. She didn't know, she didn't understand, a-and she was so unprepared-"Pi."It was another voice.
Sakurai's."What?" The teacher managed to choke out angrily, cheeks flushing red.
"Pi," She repeated.
"You asked if anyone knew the answer. I did, so don't I have a right to prompt you?" Sakurai stared at the woman passively, watching her glass composure break. "You have some cheek, girl! Off to the principals office, shoo!" She pointed to the door, the bangles of her bracelet clanging together as her arm began to shake in rage.What a childish reaction, Sakurai mused. She grabbed her books and opened the door , leaving the classroom with ease. The woman huffed, murmuring in anger as she pushed her flush to her feet and heaved herself to the desk.
"Now, after the interruption... Marisu, can you solve this?" She quickly scrawled what looked like a college problem. Marisu gulped, then clung her hands to the bottoms of her desk, very careful of the gum stuck to the back. "U-um, I-I-" BRIIIING!
The bell rang.
Marisu sighed in relief. Saved by Sakurai and the bell. Which one is more ironic? She picked up her books and left.
Marisu could have burst into a million particles, or died laughing in happiness. She really did it! She got a scholarship!
It was a prestigious school called Midori Middle School, it was wonder she even got in! She calmed herself, friends surrounding her in glee. "Wow, Marisu. Top scores and top grades! Phenomenal!" They cheered with her, as her smile split onto her face. It was so embarrassing; how they praised her and adored constantly, but she found it slightly endearing. "Oh, it's nothing,"
She giggled, waving her hand. She feigned a humble flush. They gushed again, groping her hands pulling her to them childishly. "So cute!" She twirled a strand of hair lying on her face, brushing it away to tuck behind her ear. They ushered her to a table, leaving a large gap of space for her person. She slid into the seat, pulling out a sandwich from her backpack. It was immediately snatched away, being replaced with a tray of salad and dressing. "You can't have such a degrading lunch, Marisu! Go on," They urged.
"Eat up for good health and energy!" She nodded energetically, digging her fork into the greens. She hummed in pleasure as the dressing and croutons touched her taste buds and munched in good nature. "Thank you," She mumbled, a grin on her face.
"No, it's our pleasure." They chimed. She blushed, turning her head away.
She froze for a moment, immediately meeting the cold green eyed gaze of Sakurai. She pressed her fingers together nervously, shooting her a sister a wary tried to not flinch when Sakurai began to stare, almost degrading her from inside.
I know, I know you- it's all fake.
The gaze never wavered.
She blanched. She just knew exactly what Sakurai thought. They were sisters after all. She clutched the bottoms of the table, her knuckles turning white. Marisu shot back another look.Shut up- shut it, just because you're my sister -I mean... You don't know anything! You can't assume things!Sakurai's gaze hardened.
She began to panic rapidly in her thoughts. Why, why- I never did anything to her! How could she be so cruel? It's not fake at all! I-I know my personality is real! She can't-she can't just stop me! She can't! I hate it- I hate her! I-"Marisu!
" A sharp voice broke her thoughts. Kaori Hamamatsu stared fiercely at her. "Are you all right, Marisu-chan?" Marisu feigned a blush, masking her pale face. "It's all right," She uttered, wringing her hands together."Is something bothering you?" The girl pressed, staring at her shy composure.
"N-no." She inwardly cursed. Stop being so scared! Sakurai- Sakurai is not scary!
"Is Sakurai bothering you?"
She shook her head fiercely, "No, I-I swear, it's nothing!" She backed away, hoping for her not to press the subject. Kaori was getting angry. Kaori tsked in an offensive way.
"I don't think it's nothing! You know what? I'll confront your bitch of a sister, right now. She has no right to make you nervous!" She stomped over to where Sakurai sat, hands on her hips."What did you do to make your sister so scared, c'mon, tell me?" Sakurai didn't move, nor flinch. Kaori became impatient, anger flushing through her veins. What made Sakurai so infuriating?
"What did you do?" She questioned again, ready to slap her, moving her hand.
It all happened in a matter of seconds, so fast you couldn't even comprehend it.
SMACK!
Nails met skin, as she clipped Sakurai right on the cheek.
Kaori stared in shock as blood pooled at the nail marks she made. Marisu gasped in shock as blood dripped from the spots where the nails had hit. She hadn't know Kaori to hit that hard. But then she scanned over Sakurai's mildly shocked expression. She could have been so cruel to say she savored that expression, but it came and went just as quickly.
"I-I," Kaori trampled over her words.
Her gaze hardened.
"You deserved it, scum." She spat quickly.
She grabbed Sakurai's lunch and tossed it in the trash, a satisfied smirk on her face.
Sakurai didn't flinch at all.
Kaori's eyes widened as Sakurai folded her arms together, staring at her like she was a child. Her cheeks dusted red, her eyes bulging out in anger like the teacher in the period before. "Why-I-I." She stomped away, head staring at the ground in utter embarrassment.
The bell rang.
Marisu went to throw her lunch away, almost the last one out of the lunch room. When she passed Sakurai's unmoving form, she could have sworn she saw a tear drop to Sakurai's lap, fists tightened.
Maybe it was just a trick of the light.
The admittance letter came in the afternoon, the rain pouring down, and the skies gray. Sakurai sat on the patio, earphones hanging on her earlobes. The patter of the rain melded with the beat of the song as she submitted herself to a wistful bliss. Cars passed by, sloshing puddles of rain on the road.
Her shoes became soaked, and her hoodie became damp as rain dropped from the cracks in the patio roof. At last she felt peace. Her eyes fluttered shut as she summarized the better part of her day.
I passed my test, at least. She mused, reminiscing the harsh slap to her face. It hadn't hurt too much , but it did shock her. Kaori was never much for violence. She brushed her hands on the bandages, covering the scarred area. She did scar deeply. I might be having these on for the majority of the year.
She stiffened at the sound of the door sliding open. "Sakurai," Marisu had a brush in her hand, pulling through the knots in her hair.
Her warm, golden hair that shone, even brighter then the sun.
She felt herself quoting Rapunzel these days.
"Yes," She strained. Sakurai hated talking, unless it was absolutely necessary. "Can you go get the mail today? I just brushed my hair. I'm afraid it might get wet even with my hoodie on." She urged, her eyes droopy and sad.
"Yes," Sakurai uttered, before stepping out into the rain.
It felt nice on her skin. Refreshing even.
The letters instantly dampened as she pulled them from the mail box. She rushed inside, sliding the door closed behind her. The damp letters were shoved into Marisu's hands, with Sakurai walking up the stairs heading to take a shower.
Marisu palmed at the letters, hastily tearing one open. When the letters formed ACCEPTANCE ADMITTED, she squealed with glee.
She emptied the envelope, instead of one ticket to Japan, she saw two.
In the small print on the back of the admittance letter, she blanched as she saw the words. All sibling(s) related to student(s), go to alternative Namimori Middle. All family prior move to Japan for convenience of student(s).
Shoot.
Authors Note-
I don't know why I updated so late. It has been about two to three months, though. I will start making scheduled updates, so no need to worry! I'd like some opinions on the form of the story.I haven't got the time to write extremely long chapters, so I hope this will suffice. When I look at the last chapter, it really does look like an old proverbial story. I'd really like to know how well the story is going, so constructive criticism is well needed. I hope this chapter satisfies you! C: