Talking to myself

Chapter one

        𝙄 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬, 𝙖𝙨 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩, 𝙄 𝙨𝙪𝙛𝙛𝙤𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙚.

I want something sweet for breakfast today.

The habitual tender intone of her voice is grating enough for Miu to hear, let alone to wake up to. Her vision vignetting from the warm emptiness of bridling falsehoods fabricated within her dreams to a room devoid of hearth or familiarity, and to feel the spurious weight of Kaede's ghost to be perched precariously above her.

"Fuck off titless-" Miu cuts off her own words with a yawn, pawing at her bedside table absently, calloused fingers worn by years of work outstretching for the familiar feel of her goggles leather straps against skin. "-You know I don't eat much, I just get my fuckin' coffee and go."

First off. Don't call me titless. I happen to have a perfectly ample chest!

Miu scoffs, her eyebrows furrowing as she fixes her goggles onto her head, countering Kaede's defense with a momentary roll of her eyes.

And second of all, can't you be nice to me just once? I've had to put up with your bitter coffee and gross instant breakfast stuff you always eat! Just ask Kirumi for something sweet today... Please?

"Nice try Kaeidiot, but I don't take orders from flat chested virgins, let alone a flat chested virgin ghost."

Ghost.

Her words sting in ways Kaede can't quite comprehend, she knows they probably derive off of Miu's surfeit of her unorthodox presence following her death, and for some reason she can't blame the inventor for the detachment of her words.

They really didn't carry the same force they once did in her habitual degradations when she had insulted Kaede when she was alive, they felt vacant, empty of what really held Miu Iruma together. 

Well there's a first time for everything.

"First time for everything my ass." Miu grumbles, rising from her bed as she kicks aside her discarded uniform with an idle nudge of her foot. "Constantly fucking pestering me, you could have gone to your beta boytoy, but you chose to just yap at my cankles like a lost bitch."

Believe me, if I had a choice in who saw me, it would be him! Not you. Shuichi doesn't insult me every chance he gets.

"Yeah." Miu's face dims, a flicker of irritability panning her expression for a moment, her voice falling short, as if contemplating the possible deterrents in her next choice of words, before continuing."Because he wanted to fu-"

Stop.

"Whats wrong bitchmonkey? Can't face the truth of my words?" Miu cocks an eyebrow, momentarily revelled in the foreboding reaction it would draw from Kaede.

But nothing comes fourth. A muted air that Miu can't exactly make sense of. She had anticipated another characteristic lecture, a frown or the (sweet) pout Kaede made anytime Miu felt the need to insult her breasts.

She's just met with a hard glare. No words fall fourth, not even a rebuttal wilts on Kaede's tongues. Just violet meeting with a pool of cerulean, already glazing over with a blinding warmth in likes of her character.