Hello all readers! As of the day, June 3 2012, only two people have read my story. This would be I and someone else. So… thanks for continuing to read to chapter two. That means: A. you enjoyed chapter 1 B. You just wanted to see what dreadful junk I typed up for chapter 2. Either way, I thank you! Let's continue, okay?
"Ow, stop it! It burns!" I exclaim, but the stylists don't stop. They are covering my body with this ointment jell that feels like it's burning me. They say it removes dirt and hairs in one easy go. Yeah, right!
I'm stripped naked in a room at the Style center, surrounded by three women fixing up my worn down body to make it 'glow'.
"Sit still and relax! We'll style your hair next," Stylist #1 says. Her name is Nirvana. She has yellow everywhere on her- from yellow contacts to a tattoo on the back of her left leg of a golden eagle. Her skin even seemed to have a golden tint.
"I'll get those blemishes on her face, okay?" Stylist #2 asks. Her name is Anita. Her theme is deep scarlet. Red-dyed hair and a bushy dress with different shades of red mixed in.
"No! I'm doing that! Why don't you fix her feet?" The third and final (thank god!) stylist, whose name is Candia, explains. Candia's style is blue. She has bright blue eyes, blue hair, and long blue stockings.
Heck, I think I'll just call them Primary colors. So, Anita scrubs my feet with a sponge that feels like sand paper, Nirvana brushes through my tangled hair, and Candia puts a white paste on my face and whispers under her breath, "This'll get rid of all those little blackheads!"
They're treating me like one of those wheat dolls we had back home when Alee and me were younger. Mother made them precisely out of some dried stalks, and then we got to decorate their bodies with scraps of cloth. I don't know where mine went, but Alee still sleeps with hers.
Tears well up in my eyes, and Candia quickly wipes them off. "What's wrong, dear?" she asks.
"May I speak?"
"Of course you may, sweetie."
"When I was little, my mother made my sister and me these husk dolls. We would decorate and play with them. I guess, well, I guess I feel like one of those dolls, okay?" I comment.
"Oh, baby, we're just trying to make you look beautiful!" Anita chuckles, continuing to clean my feet.
"Is this my client?" a high voice asks. It must be my main stylist. They get to decide what you wear.
All three of the girls perk up at attention, standing straight and holding up a salute. What?
"I am Felia the Great. I will be your stylist until the end. Until that time, you must show me the upmost respect, a fine example being my right-hands here. If you may…" She starts. Felia is orange. Her skin is literally orange. Her finger nails, the hair, the clothes, all that carroty color.
The stylists step out of the way so Felia can examine her specimen better. She steps forth and pokes me under my ribcage. I flinch and gasp, "What the hell?"
"Got you! I bet I was really snotty and rich back there, huh?" Felia laughs, still in that stupid high squeaky voice.
"I still think you are," I say flatly.
Felia stops abruptly and stares into my eyes.
"How dare you comment on my style, you priss!" She yells, and I keep cool.
The three second-class stylists step in front of me protectively, and Felia is shocked.
"Ugh, fine. Let's get down to business," Felia finally mutters.
"What makes you unique, Iris Malbore?" Felia asks seriously.
"May I answer in complete truth?"
"Yes, please, continue."
"Alchemy."
"What in the good heavens is that?"
"Must I explain?"
"Please do!"
"It is the mythical art of equivalent exchange. Only a few selected people in District 9 know how to perform it. We need to be able to draw a circle with chalk to make a transmutation circle. Only truly talented alchemists can use alchemy with their bare hands. One example is the ancient legend of two brothers looking for the philosopher's stone so they can repair their bodies after attempting the banned art of human transmutation- trying to bring their dead mother back to life. The younger brother, Alphonse, loses his whole body, and the older brother, Edward, loses his arm and a leg. Ed can perform alchemy without a circle, and therefore can transmute his auto mail arm into weapons at will," I spill out, and the four of them stare at me, and I can't help but feel a little smart. It all seems to go over Felia's head, however.
"What does the philosopher's stone do?" Felia interrupts the silence, and I look up at her. She's looking at the chalk still strung around my neck.
"It supposedly cuts out the equivalent exchange part in the deal, but there's another legend that it grants immortality," I explain.
"That's amazing!" Anita exclaims.
"Can you show us an example?"
"I don't see why not…" and I add, "But don't tell anyone anything about this or else I will personally slit your neck open." That causes worried looks in the small crowd.
I smirk as I bend over onto the red carpet with my chalk.
"On the carpet?" Nirvana asks.
I draw a circle in another circle, then a square inside of the larger circle. Inside of all of the shapes is a diamond.
"Let's see…" I sigh, and stand up. I take a vase off of a shelf nearby. "This'll do…"
I bring it over to the circle and drop it, shattering the vase into five large pieces. The crowd gasps and one shrieks.
I lean down and put my hands on the outline of the circle.
A faint blue light glows on the edge of the circle and I smile. In a blink, the vase is just as it was before this ordeal.
"Cool!"
"Okay, because you don't want anyone to know about this 'power' that you have, let's stick to the wheat. Normally the costumes are farmers, but this year, since you're special, we'll switch it up a bit. How about husk dolls?" Felia starts to elaborate on the ideas flowing into her mind.
"You were listening?" I wonder.
"Indeed. I was just standing in the corner patiently, doll," She giggles at the pun.
"Oh please, don't wrap me in dried wheat!" I exclaim, but she doesn't care. I guess I'll just have to live with this lady.
Felia pulls out a book with an orange cover and light orange paper to start sketching my dress. She must really like that color…
Hello again! How did you enjoy it! Even if you didn't, please leave review! If your username is cool, I may even make you a capital citizen or tribute! Sorry about the overload info on alchemy. Hehe… No Amaranth in this, either. I have no idea what her costume will look like. I have decided to update each of my stories once a month, and considering its summer where I live, I'll have more time to write/edit my stories.
p.s. Deleted Bits:
1. I originally was planning to call it 'yams' (alchemy) ^.^ hehe Also I was thinking of calling Iris 'Wisteria' but that seems too much like James Patterson's Wisty in Witch and Wizard.
2. I was going to make Iris hate the color orange because the people who killed her mother were wearing orange. I then deleted it because it seemed stupid after reading it over.
To the Soul Eater fans out there: My story Hikari and Aki has sorta lost my interest, but I'm going to try to keep it going…