Aberration

Chapter 3: Good morning, Moon

The white-haired student strode through the aisle of desks and sat down in the chair just in front of Ami's desk, the back of the chair facing her front. {You're wearing a skirt. Why would you sit like that? I can clearly see your underwear...} She complained silently, averting her eyes from the lily's figure entirely. "How much do you know about the astral world?"
"Next to nothing... I know about the basic stuff. Like how living things have souls and some people are born with a ridiculous amount of spiritual energy. They're called 'Mediums', right?"
"Oh. You aren't completely ignorant. Technically, anyone can learn how to control their Ki, but Taimese have a Racial Skill that attracts the 'love' of spirituality. So your soul exists in the Astral Plane. It is a part of existence that you can't physically touch. There's the Astral Plane and then the Physical Plane. 'You know what connects your soul to your body?"
"Not really..." spoke Ami, clasping her hands together between her thighs. She could feel a bruise building up on her side, but tried to ignore it as best as she could. "It's called your chakra network." She scoffed, rolling her eyes. "They exist in between the two Planes which means they can be interacted with both physically and spiritually. But they can only be seen from the spiritual side. Your pressure points are where a lot of your chakra networks intersect and make points... anyways, the place we're in right now is your Inner World. It is what it sounds like." She halfheartedly explained, seemingly growing bored of the topic the more she looked at Ami's confused expressions. Instinctively due to the setting, Ami raised her hand "Yes, Shirai?" she pointed.
"I don't understand!"
"Tsk... think of it like a world inside your soul. It's customized to everyone, so no two worlds will ever look the exact same. It's a reflection of you."
"So... why is it my home room? I hate school..."
"Kay, well, this is what's in your soul, not mine. Maybe this is the place you genuinely feel most comfortable in. Of course, it is empty though." The girl with sunflower eyes chuckled, jutting a finger into Ami's chest "That toilet is still here. That must be your 'happy place', right? I'm gonna go ahead and guess the empty classroom is only here because you feel most comfortable alone... and your toilet is located in the school. So the two unconsciously connect. Or perhaps it's something completely irrelevant."

Ami squirmed in her seat, trying to piece together the details the person before her was laying out. In that silence, she could hear the occasional footstep and the commotion of the busy hallways outside of the classroom. There were indeed silhouettes of students moving, and yet something about them felt calculated and prerendered. Not unlike a computer program, they moved in a predictable path and even the random voices had something of a loop like a video playing over and over again every thirty-or-so seconds. "They aren't real. They're fabrications your soul made up." She dismissed, if not to settle Ami's anxious face then to bring her scattered attention back.

"That's pathetic. You're afraid of your own world? Sweetie, you have to be a wreck if you're this anxious about the world within you; what are you like in the world around you?" She asked rhetorically, shrugging with a scoff. She stood from her seat and began to pace the room lackadaisical, resting her arms behind her head. "So you probably don't know your Soul Word. 'That your desk in real life?" She nudged her head to the seat Ami was currently in.
"Yeah, actually. How'd you know?- ah!" The white-haired girl kicked over the desk, abruptly coming closer to inspect every inch of it, especially the underside. She'd quickly scanned the wooden face of the desk before battering it and couldn't even find so much as a pencil scratch, and the underside seemed to be in a similarly clean condition. Seemingly defeated she cocked her head to Ami, squatting. "Move your legs."
"Excuse me?!" The elder female reached out and pried Ami's legs open, the younger girl pushing her skirt down to hide what chastity she could. Cupping beneath her thighs, the silvery youth raised Ami's bottom only to find that the chair contained nothing but a flustered young lady, blushing and nervously gripping the hair in front of her eyes. "It's not on your chair either? It wasn't in the stall... I would have seen some stupid graffiti art."
"What are you talking about?!" Feeling assaulted, she squeaked out what only she could consider a complaint.
"Why isn't your Soul Word written in here? If you of all people are fit to be my vessel, there has to be a clue about Izanagi inside of you!" Just then, she gasped and shot up. Grabbing Ami's wrist and running her towards the blackboard, she pointed "Is this board blank?" She asked a silly question and yet she looked so serious that Ami didn't know if this was funny or terrifying. "I... don't... see anything."
"You aren't lying?"
"No, I'm not lying! The blackboard is blank! Who is Izanagi?!"
"Lie to me and I'll burn down your world and lay down my own."
"I swear!"
"Maybe your soul is actively trying to hide information from me... like invisible ink only you can see. I've never heard of that... but we do have a rather unique relationship, to be fair." The girl released Ami's arm and returned that hand to her hip, her free hand was raised to her mouth as one of her digits was gnawed on by her teeth.