My Revelation {Mikayuu}

Omnipresent. [33]

The human race often feared for something that was unlike themselves invading their planet.

They did not expect for them to look just as they do. To talk as they do.

And yet, people like myself exist, banished from our home.

That's what Lorelei told me, in the very least.

"Our kind are shunned from humanity," she began, pacing in front of me. Yuu and all of our friends were seated behind me on the bleachers, Iris beside me. She was called in by Lorelei herself. "Because we can shift Gravity. It isn't flying, no matter what you may think."

"And of your blood?" Iris asked, grinning as if she knew the answer.

"A ranking of sorts, but it's purpose is to adjust us to the atmosphere. Red blood is the most scarce, possessed by our king," she answered.

"Mika, what color is your blood?" Tetsuya prodded, tapping my shoulder.

"Silver."

My gaze met Lorelei's, the same answer spewing from our lips.

"It's your skin," she said quickly. "Mine is gold."

"How do I shift," I demanded. No question, a mere command of a curious mind.

"I... I don't know. It's something you do on your own. Mine," she said. With a burst of red light, she was in the air. "Comes naturally. It's like muscle memory," she went on to explain, feet gingerly reaching the ground.

"He sure has a lot of those," Yuu murmured. Much like myself, he must have recalled the numerous times he's woken me up and ended up on the floor.

"I'll bet. But Mika, your shifting is different. I don't know your methods or how you do it, but as of now you've only shifted to save your life, correct?"

"And the first time. I don't remember what triggered it," I responded honestly. A voice inside me demanded that I tell no lies to this stranger. "Only that Yuu was there."

"Then don't just stand there," Lorelei sighed exasperatedly, "get your boyfriend."

Now we stood, shoulder to shoulder, watching Lorelei and Iris circle us like hawks. Min made a comment of how throwing us off a building might work. Marco and Alan suggested meditation. Chi- Chi just shrugged his burly shoulders. Tetsuya's suggestion, on the other hand, was so vulgar that it turned the blonde before us a very vibrant gold. "Definitely not," she murmured. We seemed to be in agreement, then.

"We're connected," I repeated in a small voice. Yuu nods in confirmation. "So, what if we will ourselves."

"What?"

"We find a destination and will ourselves, our bodies, to move to that spot."

"I'm not going with you," he said stubbornly.

"Why not? We work better together."

"I'm . . . Afraid of falling."

"The cliff-"

"At that time, I wanted to scream. But I was calm. As if I subconsciously knew you would save me."

"And now?" I ask, curiously prying open his fears. The ones I myself did not have. What did I fear before? What do I fear now? I did not know.

"I feel like you're going to drop me on the gym floor." A blunt, honest answer from someone who barely spoke in front of these many people.

"Oh, honey, that's your own personal problem. Step into my shoes," Said Iris.

"They shift gravity, right?" Min asked. Nods were given as an answer. "Then you can't drop him without bringing Mika down too."

"Correct. I learned this the hard way. Dropped Corinna into the president's bird bath and fell into his rose bush," Lorelei sighed. "She had to file the report herself while I flew home to hide from my-"

She cut herself off and seldom spoke beyond that. Iris seemed to understand. "Must've sucked," she murmured.

That day, I did not shift gravity.

Lorelei left thirty minutes after we tried and tried. Just to get something. Iris comforted me. Then our friends hit me up the head and started yelling at me for not telling them sooner. But they weren't mad. Min had mumbled something about her spray paint not going to waste. Alan said that he was going to tell Magnus, Chi quietly reminding him that others weren't as open-minded to what I was. Tetsuya said that he knew I wasn't albino with loud cheers and whoops as we stalked down the halls.

Marco-

"Now there's three people who are hated by people for what they are," he had murmured. I knew the first was me. The second was him. Alan's parents hated him for how much he truly loved their son. The third . . .

Was Yuu.

I learned this later that night when I mentioned the words to him, his gaze curiously upon my bracelet.

His eyes had narrowed sadly. "I didn't want you to know," he murmured. Then he began to speak.

"My father doesn't hate me. He just gets reminded of my mom every time he looks at me. Neither of us were fit to rule, but went along with it for the sake of him. She did it because she loved him. I did it because I loved her. He just hates seeing her. The weak version of her that died."

It was familiar. Why?

"He blames me for her death some nights, when he comes home drunk instead of Hitoshi. Tells me that she'd be fine if I didn't come into the world. I once told him that it would have been better that way." His voice was barely above a whisper, black hair covering most of his eyes as his hands absently messed with mine. A nervous habit. "He didn't talk to me for a week. But he left little apologies. Most of the Japanese was too hard to translate, but he always left 'forgive me' scrawled on my room's notepad as I slept on my desk."

"Then who hates you?"

"All of Japan, obviously. Said I was too quiet for a leader."

"And what did you do then?"

"I socked a boy in the face for saying it the first time. The second Hitoshi taught me how to pretend."

The stern look of a leader I had seen at the formal.

It wasn't real.

Just like what everyone knew of me.