The sound of my alarm clock wakes me up at a prompt six o'clock-a present also lovingly given to me by my new guardian when we had been shopping after a month of settling into my new home. Taking my time, I slowly rose and stretched out my arms, letting out a small yawn.
Right. I have school today.
Shuffling off, I neatly made the bed and walked to the bathroom to do my morning routine. Amusement came out of nowhere when I was in the middle of thought while brushing my teeth.
How should I proceed?
Maintaining a high position in class seemed draining, but being dead last would garner some form of negative attention. It didn't take much thinking to strive for an average grade, but I'll have to fluctuate my grades a bit to appear normal.
I spat out the excess and gargled some water. Cupping my hands with water, I washed my face and used a towel to dry. After I finished, I observed my features in the mirror. The bathroom back at the orphanage didn't have one, so it felt a bit disorienting seeing someone else instead of my regular old mug. I still remember how my reaction was the first night here. A blush darkened the tips of my ears; it was not something I was proud of. The first thought my mind came up with was,
"Good lord, he's terrifyingly pretty."
Warm caramel skin and pitch-black choppy hair greeted me as well as perpetually half-lidded eyes. There was the usual baby fat that added more charm to the delicate jaw and pointed nose, and a beauty mark under each hooded eye lined with impossibly long and thick lashes. Surprisingly, my irises seem to be of varying shades of red; the colors, crystalline and reflecting much light, drew immediate attention to them. The bright but somehow dark colors shone out from my skin tone
The more I look at Chikao's face, the more I can't help but be deterred from looking at myself. This was causing all different types of dysphoria to bloom in my mind from how different I looked, reminding me that this wasn't my body anymore. My original body was of different ethnicity, tall, and catered to lighter tones. I had grey eyes and dirty blonde hair I usually braided to the side or put in a bun during rush hour
However, while it is very pretty, it's not going to help my position at all. Maybe I could buy some contacts? I'm sure Fushiguro-san wouldn't mind buying some for me; a dark brown would do just fine.
("Just look at him! It's obvious she cheated, the whore! That dirty skin and hair are blatant signs, and look at those disgusting eyes Naoko-san! He looks like a demon." A woman whispered behind her hand in the corner of the party.
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Gentle hands lifted me in a secure hold, the owner's smooth baritone soothing my cries. "Don't worry about it Chi-Chi, they don't understand anything."
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"I'm sorry my sweet clementine." A woman's face smiled down at me as she cupped my cheek, her skin fair skin contrasting against mine, while her eyes were a light brown. "I had hoped that those fools would hold back such talk around children."
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An old man that looked similar to the lady before ruffled my hair. "Chi-chan, my boy, did you know your parents named you after one of our ancestors?"
"Really?"
He chuckled at the young voice. "Sure did. It's uncommon to see that shade of skin in the family, but it happens, and it's even rarer for red eyes to make an appearance. Those exact shades, however," Tilting my chin up, he gave a kind smile. "Are the only ones that can match up to the original. Why-I'd say you'd be the spitting image of your namesake."
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Defenestration: the act of throwing someone out of a window
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