A Twisted Truth

Chapter 5 - Mornings

Uh just wanna maybe kinda point out that I was going through some FavremySabre stories and I did find a story with a sorta same plot as this one and wanted to address it kinda to anyone who read that story and this one. And by address it I don't mean like harass anyone or anything sucky like that. I just wanted to kinda clarify that no, I did not copy the idea of it or whatever, I didn't know it existed. And I'm still gonna write this story because I didn't like, copy that person's story idea and I wouldn't say it really matters. I'm not making money off of this, it's just a silly story I wanted to write cause I thought it was a cool idea.

Probably shouldn't be making such a big deal about this cause it really isn't, and no one else mentioned it. So I'm ending this whole rant thing here. I don't mean to sound rude or anything, just wanted to clear some things up in case anyone thought that I stole something :3

This chapter is just a bunch of different POVs of the morning getting ready for the meeting. So yeah!! Hope you enjoy :] 

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[Light's POV]

I woke in a panicked daze. Another nightmare...

When I got up from bed the first thing I noticed was how clammy my hands felt. That also made me realize that not only my hands, but my entire body was just really sweaty and shaky.

I did tend to have nightmares a lot, they were almost all about Sabre. You can take a guess about what happened in them.

Anyways, since I was so sweaty, I went to go take a quick shower. A cold one, the cold always helped me calm down, like I was in my element.

When I got out of the shower and away from the comforting cold, my mind was all over the place. Except for when I got dressed, I did that pretty mindlessly.

But afterwards, I sat down at the little chair I had in front of my mirror. When I began putting some makeup on, I just was stuck on how uncomfortable it was. I mean, it's not like I don't want to wear it. It makes me feel a little prettier and covers my eyebags, it's just uncomfortable.

I used it to cover the freckles I had for the most part besides from my eyebags, but that was really all I wore. All orange steves had some form of freckles, and when I was known as 'Shy' I had a lot. But I'm sure other people would think they 'taint my perfect form' since I'm meant to be the personification of Light, so I've always covered them after becoming this. Nonetheless, I put it on.

Then as I started to put my armor on, I was thinking much to into it. It is for one, also, very uncomfortable. Like why couldn't I design it much more flexible and comfortable!? Because you were an emotionless freak back then...

I held my helmet in my hands and against my side as I stared into my reflection, it was the very thing I hated the most. I barely ever really wore my helmet except when I was in battle. The whole point of that was so everyone knew who I was and to... assert my dominance as general?? I don't know..

I don't necessarily enjoy showing my face though. I'd much rather hide under my armor..

Wait... Now I'm thinking about how utterly stupid my helmet designs are.. They're supposted to 'hide what color you are', yet they have holes and such for extra steve features the other kinds don't have! I guess it's the thought that counts..?

Anyways, my minestrone set of thoughts were on the meeting as a whole, and the Sabre- I mean TR.

As you can tell from that, I've never been very good with change. Like when I became Light. For the first couple of weeks, every time I saw myself, I'd be terrified; but at the same time I felt nothing. It's hard to explain.. But I'd also trip over my floor-length tail and get headaches at sounds that were too loud.