A Name Without A Face

Chapter 9 {I See Me}

Nagito seemed almost taken aback, picking up his project. "Really? You'll wear it? I really am lucky!" His eyes somehow sparkled happily. How bothersome.
I closed my eyes as he reached over, carefully placing the flower crown on my head. The size wasn't quite right, causing it to side down a little. "So pretty..." The boy muttered, taking a step back.
I couldn't see myself, but it was probably something stupid to be happy about. "Oh, what did you make?" He suddenly changed the topic, looking down to my pile of paper. I wasn't quite done yet, but perhaps he could have it. It was boring anyway, and I wasn't planning on keeping it. Pulling a small oragami crane from the pile, I handed it out, releasing a sigh as I did. Nagito opened his hands to catch it as I let it go and turned it over, examining the object carefully.
I began to carefully examine his face, going from a blank stare to wide eyes, then a smile. "... For me? You didn't need to make anything at all." A someone tired laugh escaped his lips. Well, that was a pointless waste of time then. "I can just take it back." I rest my elbow on the table and set my chin in my hand. Nagito quickly waved his hands. "N-No, thank you! I'll treasure it." He forced a bright smile and held it close to his chest. "I really am lucky to receive a gift."
Strange.
Even to me, this boy made me curious, and a little disgusted.
As if on cue, someone else approached, turning their eyes over to Nagito. "Leave him alone for now. You're probably just pissing off the new guy." The student shoved a hand in his suit pocket. When I saw him, I could sense his irritation, short blond hair shaved in a careful way giving away who he was. Yakuza.
Nagito pout and turned back to me as if I would defend him.
"I don't care," I told the truth. "He can do what he wants."
They seemed to swap looks, while Nagito smiled, the Yakuza frowned. I couldn't really care a less though. Anything these students did, anything they said, they were just harmless and weak to me. This darkness in Komaeda's heart interests me though. Maybe he would be good for entertainment after all.
I began to spread the multiple cranes I already made across the desk and stood. "Take whatever you want. I don't want it."
I allowed the other students to move around the desk to pick out what they wanted as I backed away. As I did, I carefully took off the flower crown and set it aside. It would be annoying if that guy got upset if it broke. Leaving it to the side, I began to make my way to the front of the room towards the teacher. Her green eyes seemed to light up with happiness, making her orange hair appear even brighter. "It looks like you were having fun." She smiled softly.
Fun?
I don't see how any of that was fun.
I looked back to the other students, already bored of the cranes. I created a pile of paper cranes in the time it took Nagito to make a single flower crown, and I was being lazy. This skill... Bores me to death.

Is it wrong to be bored of your own body?
"I want to go to the bathroom." I turned back to Chisa. She didn't even hesitate a nod. "Oh, of course. It's not far. Just exit the room and take a left. You should see the sign if you keep going straight."
I didn't need any directions, but I gave her a nod anyway and made my way to the door.
I seemed to recall the school well thanks to the cameras. On one, I remembered seeing the bathroom signs in the corner, so getting there wouldn't be an issue for someone like me.
Once I exit the hall, I began to descend into the silence. I wasn't walking for long before the bathrooms came closer and I slipped inside the mens room.
There was nobody here, leaving the bathroom in silent. I released a calm breath and leaned over the sink. How much longer could I put up with this? The headmaster's words kept replaying in my head.
Created to kill.
A monster...
I was only a...
I shut my eyes tightly and turned on the sink before cupping my hands under the water and throwing it on my face. The sudden freezing water left nothing more than a slight tingling feeling.
It didn't even feel cold, though the water was set to cold. It didn't feel warm either. I couldn't feel a thing. I felt a sudden anger and clenched my fists around the rim of the sink. As I heard the tiles begin to crack, I quickly let go before I did any more damage.
"Annoying..." The word slipped out of my mouth as I rose my gaze to the mirror. I could see... Myself.
I could see me.
This was me.
I looked back into my shining red eyes. I could see the lack of emotion over my face, that was already mostly covered with my long black hair.
This is what people feared, what caused them to stare.
It was all just me.