That Funny Feeling [MHA]

It's Sunny Outside [#008]

Kenzo doesn't know how much she sleeps, she likes to think it's been a week but truly she has no clue. So, about a week in, Kenzo had woken up in white clothes. She missed her yellow sweater. Kenzo had also woken up with wet hair as well. The thought of a group of unfamiliar and blurry faced adults picking up her unconscious body and taking her clothes to spray her down with a hose made Kenzo want to throw up. She thinks she would have if not for the fact she was too tired to.

    Every once and awhile food would be on the floor next to her when she woke up. An apple, a few slices of cleanly cut meat, and a plastic cup of water, along with some pills. At first Kenzo didn't take the pills when she ate, she wouldn't have been able to get them down even if she had wanted the pills. It didn't take them long to stop putting them with her food and putting it in the water.

    Kenzo had only been taken to the 'lightning room' two times during her stay thus far, neither of them were pleasant, and whoever said that you get used to pain can choke on a lego. Kenzo couldn't hear anything. The silence was maddening, lonely. Kenzo had originally started humming, then singing, to counting, to going over out loud what she remembered of the story's her mother used to read to her.

    "And upon saving the small girl, Kansas, now known as Time warp, let out a laugh that came straight from the chest. Kansas had never meant to be a hero but she supposed that you just can't fight destiny." There was a pause as Kenzo thought of what to say next.

    Kenzo smelt it before she saw it, the pink mist flowing through unseen vents. She laid down so as to not have a headache later, and closed her eyes. Leather has become a familiar taste.

    Things are slowly changing, Kenzo noted, small things. In the 'lightning room' they had added another to her wrist, this one taking things out instead of in. It was strange to watch your blood flow out of you and something else equally red flow in. Kenzo wasn't complaining, she would take aching wrists if it meant she would start to pass out before they finished. Another thing was that Kenzo had started to see things in the corner of her eye, spiders were the most common, but whenever she went to look closer nothing was there.

    "Kenzo hates bugs" oh, did I say that out loud?

    Another thing was that one day Kenzo had woken up back in her white room with her hair in a ponytail, the next in a braid, and then her hair was cut to be as short as possible, almost passing as a buzz cut. Kenzo hated it, her hair was the only remotely colorful thing she could see before, did they want her to go insane? Tears pricked at the edges of her vision, blurring nothing worthwhile. She would have cried if she wasn't looking straight up at the ceiling, the lights blinding her eyes a little, not that Kenzo really noticed.

    Kenzo had started fidgeting with her hands.

    One day a big change happened, or at least Kenzo thought so. A person. Her blond hair held in a tight bun on the top of her head, striking purple eyes with a red irise that twitched and shook no matter what she was looking at. Red lipstick hidden behind a surgical mask. Dr. Maroon.

    She was just there. There was no open or close of a door, no omnipotent voice telling of her arrival, nothing. Kenzo doesn't know how but at one point she was staring at a stranger from across a painfully white room, the next she was walking side by side next to the women, her hand on her back as she led her through painfully plain hallways.

    "Who are you?" Kenzo asked. "Where are we going?'

    Nothing, not a glance, not even a twitch. Kenzo didn't bother after that, just looking down at her feet. That was until warm light hit her skin, and not the artificial kind. A window. Showing nothing but overgrown weeds, a chain fence, and the infinite blue sky with rolling clouds. Through the silence of the clicking of Dr. Maroon's high heels and Kenzo's bare feet, Kenzo could hear birds. She couldn't stop her eyes from looking at it, just a single window. Kenzo stopped walking, Dr. Maroon didn't, Kenzo's arm painfully pulled, punctured by Dr. Maroons manicured nails. She didn't fight it, still looking.

    It was a beautiful sunny day in Japan today, Kenzo would even go as far as to say the definition of one and let out a laugh, not taking in or noticing Dr. Maroon violently flinch.  She was so happy, she didn't care to know why.

    When she had walked KK#20520 to room 007 for her weakly blood transfusion and check up, Maroon Harley ignored that the child, the six year old howcouldshebeonly six years old,

the quirkless child's gritted teeth looked more like an animalistic smile.