First Impression [New]

6| Ruffled Petals

"What the heck?" Tora exclaimed as she walked into Kisaki's room. "Did you knock the bottle over?" Tora picked up the bottle with ease.

'It's not burning her?' Kisaki's she flickers between the bottle and her friend.

"Were you so blind that you couldn't see the bottle?" Tora joked.

"As you can see I have my glasses on". Kisaki grumbled as she walked out the room, "I'm going to get the towel now. I don't want the floor to stain".

"Okay," Tora replied, "Can I open the window?" She looked behind her as she didn't get a response. Kisaki was already out of the room. Moving the carpet away from the spill, she got up and got tissues to soak the tea.

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Kisaki went and get to the towel in the kitchen to clean the spill she made on the floor. 'It was an accident', she repeated to herself. But everything felt hot and cold to her, there was no between.

Hiruma was in the kitchen as she walks into the room. "Where's the towels at?"

Hiruma lowered the temperature of the stove a bit, but enough to make the fish sizzle on the pan. "Over there to the left in a drawer", placing the chopsticks he was holding down. "What happened?"

"I spilt the tea on the floor", Kisaki replied sheepishly and slowly, rubbing her the side of the neck. "It was on accident".

"You seemed...low" Then Hiruma suddenly asked out of the blue. "Are you ill?"

"I don't think so", she managed out as her grip on the towels unconsciously tighten. "I...I need to bring this towel to Rekka upstairs".

Kisaki whirled around to the door, she tried to walk out of the kitchen as if nothing happened. Keyword: tried. Because someone decided to throw a pair of chopsticks into her direction causing them to plunged into the wall beside her, leaving cracks to fall beside her as it stuck to the wall. She braved herself to look back and once she did. She thought otherwise.

He had this very dark and angry face and a glare that would kill anything in front of him. And that would be her.

"You're lying".

(Right?)

Her voice came out more mockingly than she thought it would and she wasn't mean to say that either. Oh well. What's done was done.

He seemed to ignore it (to her surprise). He pointed out the door. "Get up there and tuck into bed right now! Tora can bring your food up later. Leave that mess alone, clean it later". He bellowed at her.

Mumbling an "I'm not", she trudged upstairs into her room. Tora was nowhere to be found from the horizon of her vision. Oh, she could just do what she was told to do: get in bed.

But before that, she caught something on the corner of her eye— in the mirror— her reflection. "What...?" Kisaki cursed as she looked at her face, just under her right eye, tapping and prodding it. Thin electric blue lines were glowing from it; the lines that almost resembled a circuit vector. An "Oh, my" was all she utter out. It was so bright that she lit up the whole room, swarming in the electric blue colour. All she hoped right now is that the light wasn't seen outside under her door— that would've been tragic. She would've then gotten herself killed then and there.

"Ojou-sama (お嬢様)".

Her eyes widened, her head wiped around behind her— nothing. She stumbled backwards in shock, back making contact with the mirror. Frantic eyes darted everywhere. Over these days she realised; she wasn't herself. She isn't this paranoid. She hasn't heard someone calling her that for who knows how long, and she wasn't pleased. She didn't want to reminded of the past, not when she was and is trying away from her. But it's hard when something just causes a trigger to be set and clicks the replay button.

Was her ability acting upon its own again? There have been cases where they were quite aggressive and compulsive.

Possibly, but...

"...My ability doesn't cause auditory illusions...", She slides down the mirror in disbelief. She sat there musing and stressing herself for a while until she decided she was stressed enough to watch as her hands produce white sakura petals, they floated just above their mother's hands emitted in a fainter hue than the lines on her cheek. Floating higher until they caress her cheeks. The faint hues always make her feel calm. It reminded her of someone.

The peaceful moment stopped when they started exploding when there was a loud banging on her door. "Oi, Kikka! I got food, I'm going to place it here. Bring it down yourself, 'kay?"

Kisaki placed one of her hands on her chest feeling it beating 10times per second. Almost giving her a heart attack, eyes so wide that she thought her eyeballs were going to pop off. It didn't help either that the petals also exploded from the sound impact.

Rubbing her stinging cheeks she sat up cross-legged while watching the movements of the lights and shadows under her door as placed a tray down and walked away. She spun around to check the damaged done on her face. To her surprise, the lines were gone. There were only a little— almost invisible— scratches from the tiny explosion.

Deciding it'll heal it a bit, she stood up and strolled to the door she peeked around the corner of the door. Checking for people before opening the door wider and glanced down at the food tray by her feet. Crouching down to pick up the tray was then when she saw a small cup translucent in colour. In the cup was a red and blue pill. And next to the cup was also a tiny white card just around 2inch and a half. Folded, there's a message are her in there she bet.

On the tray was a variety of her favourites: a rice bowl, a small fillet of salmon teriyaki, a bowl of miso soup and a portion of oshiruko. That made her feel a little better after seeing a pill in a cup.

After she set the tray on her study desk, she pulled her chair out and sat down. Motioning her hands into a prayer gesture she muttered a quiet, "Itadakimasu (頂きます)".

As she picked up her chopsticks the little card got her attention again. It's not that hard to notice a white sheet in the corner of a black wooden tray. Big contrast.

Debating to eat first or read first. Decided to read first, placing her utensils downs and picked up the folded card. Her thumb ran over the fold of the card, taking in the small details of the card. Now that she looks at it she saw tiny details of florals on the sheet. Before flipping the card open and skimming through the message. She folds it back to its original form and started eating.

There wasn't a reaction made from her when she finished reading the card. She just discarded it.