Yuri and her demons || Highschool Love Story

Chapter 6 // Hiding

Bip bip bip bip bip.....

— Shut. Up.
Yuri hit hard her alarm clock. It made an echo as it crashed on the ground.
— Sheet...!

Nice... no more alarm clock now. She thought.

She got out of bed slowly, just to discover herself in the mirror – and I'll save you the horror of her self-discovery.

Yuri was shocked– flabbergasted, outraged, even.

She just had woken up to a halo of black curls – it made her look like a fallen angel. Not the kind of impression she wanted to give on the first day of her new school.

She guessed she wasn't too used to that new hair of hers – it made her remember those middle-school days when she used to be a total tomboy.
Even tho she was never that feminine, even in her high-school years.

She quickly grabbed her brush to try to domestic that θρίξ is hers, but gave up after realizing it was pointless – she'd have to look like wilderness on her first day.

High heels suddenly tapped against the floor tiles.

Mãe? Mother? Maman ? Mutter?

Indeed, Mrs Nightsky showed up at Yuri's doorframe, looking her best :

she had put on a tight red dress, needle-sharp heels, and her beautiful ~ bordeaux lipstick.

Yuri wondered why her mom wasn't a model – she was drop-dead gorgeous..!
And then, she recalled why. The nasty look of evil in her eyes.

— Yuri. I'm going to need you to put this on.
The girl looked down at her mom's hand... just to discover what looked like... a kind of corset ?..

— Now come on, don't look so surprised. You're going to a boys school, remember?
— Right...
— You already have the hair for it. Now, Imma need you to... cover up, if you know what I mean.
...
Oh my God. She thought.
— You're asking me... to squeeze into this???!
— What? No one's gonna believe a boy with double D's.
— But it looks... suffocating!
— I don't. Care !!
She threw the corset on her daughter.

— Ouch...
— Just put it on. Breakfast is in five minutes.
— Did you pick up my new uniform?..
— No, just go with your old one.
— But my old one's got a skirt...
— Oh... in that case, just take your brothers.
— Haru's ...? But-
— No more buts, hurry up!

The door shut close.

Yuri felt deeply disgusted about the fact that she was going to have to wear one of her brother's sweaty, haven't been washed since 2015 uniforms.

Against her heart, she marched to her brother's room to ask for the moldy piece of cloth.

*Knock knock*

— Yeah, one sec! Her irritating brother's voice shouted.
—  Yeah? He asked, leaning against the wall and opening the door.

— I need one of your sheety uniform...

— Woah, what happened to you? You look like an emo Wolverine !!

— Very funny, Haru... she said while consciously stroking her hair.

— Don't you wanna loose the eyepatch? It makes you even more piratey.

— Why are you criticizing me so much this morning, you pancake's ashhole??

— I'm just givin' out advice, if you don't wanna get bullied again.

— Tsk.

— There you go. He said while giving her one of his spare uniforms. It wasn't to piss you off (well except for the Wolverine comment), I'm really just trying to give some friendly advice. You'll look like a weirdo if you keep that on.

— Well I'll also look like a weirdo if I take it off.

— Nah, you'd look fire.

— Whatever, she said rolling her eyes, leaving.

Yuri slid into the corset – at least it covered her chest... but oh the oxygen, how she missed the oxygen....

Then, getting into the uniform, (which she tried to cover the odor with as much deodorant as she could),
she took a big glance into the mirror.

Maybe it wasn't such a bad idea to take off the eyepatch after all...?
Slowly, she took the medication item with one hand, to discover both her oculus, revealing...

Sparkling minnow eyes.

One as black as the night sky, one as bright and yellow as the moon.

Did she really look that weird? She couldn't tell anymore, because she had suffered so much from her unusuality she had resulted hating her yellow eye.

But maybe it's finally time to stop hiding... (in a way, because she was going to have to hide her gender now)

One foot in the kitchen, and she was sent back to reality though.

— You're not thinking of going out like that, are you!?

— But mom, the eyepatch... isn't it... I mean, people are going to ask questions, and it's not good to bring too much attention to me, right-?

— No you're right, the eyepatch is a terrible idea, that's why I'll give you a black matching contact lens.

— Shouldn't I just wear my natural eyes...

— You already look freaky enough. And as you said, you can't get too much attention, so no devil eyes!

Devil eyes... Why did that hurt so much?

Yuri grabbed the contacts. Guess we're back in hiding.

Quote of the day:
How did Prometheus give fire to the humans?
He de-liver-ed it to them.