Sometimes, Amaya found herself wondering if she was speaking a different language. Out of all the events that had taken place this year, right now felt like the most prominent moment in her life to experience such a difficulty with communicating with people.
No matter how many times Amaya would explain something, or how obvious she was making something, those who should have gotten the message just didn't seem to listen, and if they did seem to realize she wasn't happy, they tended to take her words wrong, or just assume all the wrong things entirely.
Samuel still bemoaned the absence of his favorite couch and pestered for Amaya to bring it back, no matter how many times she tried to explain that the only person who knows the location of the couch was actually Karma. Those who had silently agreed with the remark about Amaya's lack of useful abilities during the two weeks community service continued to avoid saying more than a meek hello to her when she'd walk through the door. And further to this, Nakamura hadn't had the guts to speak to her since she'd copped that verbal slap across the face.
And what made it worse was the teasing jabs from her favorite redhead about how even Karasuma treated her like a boy, which was speculated purely by the special combat uniform she had been given matching the boy's, and not the girls. No amount of legitimate and honest reasoning saved Amaya from the onslaught of cat-jabs and androgynous-taunts Karma inflicted upon her, and while he refrained from prodding her while she was preoccupied with sharp objects, outside of those moments was free-reign.
Why was it that nobody actually listened to her?
Even if it seemed like they did, they certainly didn't listen to her properly.
It felt like an endless cycle back and forth between two extremes, and it left Amaya glaring at the back of Karma's head during those many moments that he had his attention elsewhere.
He still refused to answer any questions she had for him, just like he refused to leave her alone a lot of the time. He was very quick to force answers out of her or twist her words to his pleasure, but he would never answer her questions.
And now, as everything began to build up and weigh heavier on her shoulders, Amaya was reaching her limit.
It was Monday morning as Amaya walked alongside the amused redhead towards class, after he'd turned up just in time to issue a few teasing remarks before school. Her mood was scarcely pleasant when she'd awoken that morning, and every prod he dealt her just nudged her closer towards sour every time, though thankfully he'd been moderately quiet since they'd started walking up the mountain trail. He'd been particularly smug since the results for mid-terms came out on Friday, where he got to rub some humiliation into the faces of Asano and his four friends when they came around to gloat.
As it stood, Amaya's position in the so called scores chain in Kunugigaoka was practically the same as it had been during the end of term exams. She hadn't dropped unlike the others, though that was likely moreso because her end of term standings had been horribly jeopardized by her being absent for half of them.
Needless to say, Karma's good mood was nothing more than an annoyance when he decided to annoy her.
'So, where exactly have you been disappearing to, Amay?' Karma decided to ask as they walked at the back of the gradual trail of students making their way up to the satellite campus.
'I have no idea what you're talking about.' Amaya muttered in response.
'Oh really?' Karma didn't sound the least bit convinced as he leaned forward a little to catch a better look of Amaya's frown. 'I've stopped in a few times over the past two weeks and you haven't been home~'
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Marionette
FanficEver at odds with the people around her, Katsuragi Amaya has only three people who she feels a close connection to. Her siblings, Reiko and Yuta, and her best and worst friend, Akabane Karma. A friend whom she feels sees her no different from anyone...