My Revelation {Mikayuu}

Elucidative. [4]

Room three hundred and seventy three was my lucky number.

Three floors above Yuichiro's room. I was struggling to understand all that had happened in the past hours as we climbed the spiraling stairs, my brows furrowing as the pieces fell into place.

I had no memories.

I wasn't from Earth.

Yuuichiro saved me in a way I couldn't comprehend at the time.

I had enrolled myself into a private academy.

I didn't know what I looked like.

The last one was a sudden thought. I knew I had blond hair and white skin. That much was obvious. But I didn't know what I looked like. What color my eyes were. The shape of my nose, the thickness of my lips, the size of my eyebrows and eyelashes and what color they were. I didn't know my own hairstyle.

Yuuichiro, as much of a help as he was previously, was entirely oblivious to my practical crisis as we arrived at the dorm room.

It didn't help that the room was empty. It had a simple bed with bland sheets, an empty desk, and that was all. No curtains or decorations, sadly, giving light free reign.
Yuuichiro didn't speak much, just pulled out a journal and wrote on a few pages, tearing them out and leaving them on the desk, mumbling "That'll explain things.", and left. I was disappointed he couldn't show me the ropes of everything, but I assumed the papers explained it.

The paper was filled with a seemingly endless list of countries, names beside them. America, Canada, South America, the names rang no bells in my head. Except for Japan. Beside that country's name were two names, Yuuichiro Amane, and Tetsuya Daisuke. I was given no explanation for the reasoning behind his and the other boy's name being on the list. But, I assume I wasn't dumb before, since the answer was quite simple. He had mentioned only royalty and those who could afford attended this academy, and, with him referring to me as "coming from his country" I was almost certain that Yuuichiro, in some way, shape or form, was a monarch of Japan. The boy named Tetsuya must have some sort of power in that country if he was important enough to be on the list.

Next page after the first three took up countries- a written notation from the writer himself.
I'm sorry I couldn't answer any of your questions right now, or give you a more in depth explanation on what these places are. I'm not adept at conversational skills, and I have a test in the morning. I'll drop by with some clothes and bedding. The dormitory bathroom for your floor should be marked with a sign. You can shower there, which I'm sure you want to do right away. There's probably extra towels in there and someone always leaves soap in there. Doesn't matter if they're going rule a kingdom or not, they won't care if someone uses their hair products. Unless it's the Prince of Austria. He'll find you.

Good luck, Mikaela.

Y. Amane

I couldn't help but laugh at the commentary about the Prince of Austria, although I was terrified deep down of accidentally using a royal's shampoo.

It had completely slipped my mind that Restrooms had mirrors- literally. I didn't know bathrooms had mirrors. But, I knew what a bathroom was.
Strange.

The bathroom wasn't messy or anything- it was actually quite elegant. The white tiles were pristine, porcelain sinks against one end of the room, the back holding six separate showers, each with a sliding door covering the entrance. The empty wall had numerous bottles, and most had labels. There was a sticky note beneath the top shelf that read 'anything without a name on it's free terrain' in quick writing, the ink smudged from what I assumed was long hours of steam. There were only four other people inside who didn't pay much attention to me. One was almost sobbing over a zit (it took all of my courage to not tell him to stop being a baby), another brushing his teeth and telling the first to stop crying, and the other two were showering.
So, I took whatever wasn't labeled. Some of them had names, others just countries. I had yet to memorize all of them, but the locations were familiar, which I guess was a good sign.

I was relieved no one attempted to talk to me, but I was very frustrated to know that my hair was tangled beyond belief. It made me wonder what I had looked like before the hot water began to drown it out.

My bracelet- quite surprisingly- did not begin to irritate me once water seeped beneath the metal bands.
"My beautiful skin is forever tarnished!" A cry from outside the shower's fogging door.
"Oh, suck it up it, buttercup. It's just a pimple. It'll be gone by tomorrow considering how perfect you are." Another one, more calm compared to the first.
"Wow, you guys, a 'no homo' would be appreciated." The third said in the shower to my right.

"Oh, who are we kidding, they'd be the last two people to pull a no homo." An exasperated fourth voice to my left. I raked my fingers through my hair, wincing as I pulled on the knotted strands unintentionally.

"We're not gay."

A sweet laugh.

"Sure."

I tried holding in my laughter, hearing the four of them fire at each other like best friends. I assumed they were, although names were never specified.
Setting the bottles exactly where I had found them (with strained precision, too. I didn't know why I wanted it to be exact), with a towel wrapped around my waist, sandy clothes in hand, I saw the mirrors, anxiously approaching them, with caution for the other two still arguing about acne.
My hands pressed against the rim of the sink, metal making a very faint noise against the fragile material. My blue eyes stared at my reflection curiously, lashes casting shadows upon my cheeks when I glanced down. My blonde hair was messy and still damp, but it seemed very well-cared for. Well, until recently, that is. I noticed something about myself that was absent from the rest of the people I have encountered and seen. The two boys, flushed Crimson as they shouted at the others getting out of the shower, but even their cheeks pink from the steam and embarrassment. Yuuichiro turning pink as he struggled for words, ears tinted a similar color. The Dean and his rough and scratchy pink skin, covered in greying whiskers.
They all had color in their faces. In their body. I had expected some tint of pink- hoped for it. I didn't expect this.
My skin, compared to theirs, resembled ice. In fact, I seemed to have some sort of blue hue to my skin.

How had no one mentioned it?

And why, why was I still puzzled to the reasoning behind those I've seen having pink in them?

In what other way could I not be human?

My heart strained as realization struck. My mind and body screamed the words as my pale hand lowered from my cheek, eyes wide. My right hand gripped the edge of the sink tight enough I feared it would burst.

I felt sick with the thought merely crossing my mind.

I was not human.