I was expecting something a little more pink. Or maybe purple. Possibly-- whatever. The point is, I'd prepared myself for a cacophony of colors. A blaring spectrum of hues.
The moment Shinoa lets me into her room, I know that I am completely mistaken. Is anything she ever told me true? Or is it all lies? Did I ever really know her at all?
Nearly everything in Shinoa's room is black; the walls, the sheets, even the dresser. Only the green bands of her uniform and the lilac of her hair bring any life to the room. The color scheme and the guarded look Shinoa is giving me make me want to curl up and disappear.
"What do you need?" she asks tersely. Her purple eyes darken to a warning indigo. She must know that I no longer trust her. I can see that the Shinoa that I knew is not the same one as the one I'm seeing now. I am finally meeting her true self, and I'm not sure if it's an improvement or a degradation.
I hesitantly step closer, and her eyes narrow with an unsaid threat. Her arm shoots out faster than humanly possible to curl her fingers around the elongated handle of her scythe. The blade glimmers intimidatingly. hold my hands out as a show of peace.
Astonished by this new facet of her that is being brought to life, I whisper, "Did I ever really know her at all?"
"No," she responds shortly as she edges the scythe off of the dresser top. "I suggest you get to the point soon before my patience wears thin." Shinoa glances at her ready weapon and runs the pads of her fingers over the blade's surface. Her message cannot be more clear. Linger too long, and she'll kill me where I stand. Maybe that's why her room is black. To hide the bloodstains. I shudder to think who else has been murdered in this spot.
"I know you work with Ferid," I blurt, then immediately wish I hadn't. Now she'll probably kill me outright.
"So?" Shinoa snaps.
"I was wondering if you could take me to him?" I squeak as Shinoa takes a step toward me, pushing my back against the door. It takes a lot to ruffle me, but this change is beginning to get beneath my skin.
"Why?" she inquires coldly. "So you can kill him? After how hard I've worked laying the foundation? I won't let you gat to him, and definitely not through me. Is that all you wanted?"
I don't respond. The wheels in my brain are turning.
"Fool," Shinoa spits. "That's not the way to stay alive, Yuuichiro."
ESTÁS LEYENDO
A Shadow From The Past
Fanfiction* This story can also be viewed in Espanol* After the plague and the death of the Hyakuya Orphanage, the children must go their separate ways; Mika to royalty and then to the dark alleys, and Yuu to a secret society of rebels. They met on the stree...
