Mirrors

The Human And White Cat

~Chapter 2~

The Human And White Cat

 

“There are only two types of people; Demons and Humans.”

As usual, I woke up the earliest. Sleep was never needed for a demon, just a luxury, just a snack in between meals, that sort of thing. Plus, I had to. Since no one knew how to cook but me, I had to make the meals. But that, too, was just another luxury of ours.

Still, when you could grasp something that would make life better, wouldn’t you take it? I certainly would, which was why I woke up early, slept, ate… all of that made life better to live, especially since we live many more years than a regular human.

Even though we didn’t need sleep though, waking up was just as tiring. If I were to be honest, I actually stayed in my futon on the floor for a long time, just opening my eyes to see through my white blindfolded cloth that I never removed from my eyes, ever.

Finally, after around 20 whole entire minutes, I moved the covers slowly off my skinny and frail legs. At the sight of my weak body, I frowned, then sighed.

Many demons that I passed by, even humans, called me a girl, called me puny because of my terrible physical body condition. Many don’t know, but I’m old, approaching my few final hundred years as a demon. Long ago, back in the medieval times, I had strength, I had agility, I had all that most demons have, but after living for such a very long time, my body, although still looking young and fragile, was no longer functioning as it usually did.

But that didn’t mean I couldn’t do daily tasks. I just had trouble doing minor things like running, doing pushups, which I don’t understand why anyone would do that, or having to lift something really heavy. I never did anything like that; no one inside our little family did, so no one had a need for a strong and healthy body.

Nevertheless, I stood straight up, stretched my arms, and then noticed that I was actually sweating a bit. It was one of the human traits we had. We could sweat, like all humans could, because we, too, had to cool off.

‘Was I sweating last night?’ I wondered to myself, looking down at my kimono where my chest was, lifting one forwards a bit, and then folding it backwards as I saw that it was actually a bit wet, ‘Maybe a bad dream?’

But I didn’t recall having a bad dream that night, ‘Perhaps it was because of the stress I went to thinking about Mavis being silver-eyed last night? Or maybe it was just hot last night. It is approaching summer after all…’

I never really questioned things to far, and if I did, I didn’t really bother to try and find the answers, so I simply shrugged it off, and went to my small closet, opened it up, and grabbed a new and white kimono with a pink lining. Girly? Maybe. I didn’t care anymore.

But while I was getting changed into my new clothing, I noticed something tucked in the very back of my closet. It wasn’t neatly folded, like I usually folded all my clothes, and it was red, ‘Since… Since when did I own a red kimono?’

The color red was never to my liking, in fact, it was my least favorite color. Not only that, but just the word disgusted me because it reminded me of many things I hated, and still do hate.

I reached my hand out to grab it before a knocking was heard on the door. I peered at the cloth in my closet, but decided to check on it later on during the day, or the week, or perhaps never if I were to forget again, like always, “Yes?” I called to the door, tying the sash around my kimono quickly so I didn’t look awkward, being half naked and all.