You look good in red...

~You Can Watch But Don't Touch~

"So, do you know what happened to your sister?" says a man with white coath, Dr. Stuprum.

"What do you mean?" almost whispers the thirteen years old me.

"What do you mean by that? You were there when it happened. Smart move to get rid of the cameras, I have to admit that." Dr. Stuprum acknowledged.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I answered.

"I know you killed her. Everybody knows that. Did you do that because she was more popular with the stuff here? Or for the reason that the kids liked her better? Where you jealous because your lovely sister better than you? You could be much more powerful if you'd be a little bit more confident and a little bit less cared you'd care about the poor souls you're killing. Her power is technically useless if the other person doesn't know how to use her power. You are the only one that knows how to use that. She trusted you with her own body and life. And you killed her." He demanded as he slammed into the table. His face is full of emotions, but none of them positive.

"Do you think I would kill my sister? I loved her!" I say.

"Izumi, tell me, why did you kill her" He whined. I twitch when I hear that name. That name belongs to this body, not me.

"Izumi, you know what's going to happen when you lie-" He says, but I don't understand the rest.

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"Baby? Wakey wakey, the sun is out~" Alex sings while opening the curtains. My love. My everything. I hate you sometimes, I really do. "What do you want me to do, photosynthesis? Do I look like fucking a plant to you?" I say, quite annoyed. It's just... 11:47 am!? Already!? Well, thank god I slept at work. Now Willy can't scold me for being late for work. "No, but if you were, you'd be the prettiest plant on earth," Alex says with a big smile. I love that smile, so warm and full of love. I wonder what plant I would be. A sunflower? A dandelion? A Monstera? "What plant would I be?" I ask with a curious expression on my face. "A nettle, 'You can watch but don't touch," Alex smirked at me and then walked out of my office. I always tell that to my kids. I know that since I was a kid. My dad used to tell me that every time I wanted to pluck it. I get up from the couch and stretch my arms and legs. I pass Willy on my way to make a coffee. "Hey, Nezuko, I heard that you stayed the night from Alex. Do you like that couch? I chose it." Willy rejoices. He looks cheerfully like usual. "Yes, Boss. Thank you again for the couch." I say while trying to look somewhat alive. I slept quite a long time, but no matter how comfy that couch is, it's not the same as a bed. I look like a mess. I don't have a comb, so my hair looks even worse than my crumpled clothes.

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"Hey, Zuzu! How's the sleeping beauty doing?" Melian smirked at me and then sipping from her cup of tea. Looks like everybody knows I stayed the night. And don't call me that! She knows I hate when she calls me that.

"Don't call me that!"

"Why? Elsa calls you that all the time. Why can't I call you that, and he can?" She whimpered and handed herself the cookies that lay along just behind me. When the pack of cookies just flew next to me, I caught it. I go to the coffee maker. It's broken.

"Meli? Since when is the coffee maker broken? It was just fine yesterday." I hiss and look at her suspiciously.

"It's not my fault, trust me! It was Elsa who broke it! It wasn't working, so he punched it. The cup broke, so he went to take care of his hand. It was funny to watch." Melian giggles and sips from her cup of tea again.

"WHAT? THAT BASTARD! HE BROKE THE LAST ONE TOO!" I yell, and Elsa enters the room at the exact moment. How am I supposed to do anything without coffee? He's going to get me one at Starbucks, I'll have either coffee or wine, and I don't care which one it is.