The young girl flipped open her phone to call her uncle back—-who has just about called her two times already. Ignoring his calls wasn’t a good sign and she had a feeling he would search the whole town looking for her; he would make a good parent someday. She didn’t even have time to speak before his voice, coated in worry, broke through. “Mio! What are you doing?”
“I’m not doing anything, just went out to eat. Why? Is something wrong?”
“I was worried about you going with that woman. Didn’t you just meet her?”
That was true but what difference did that make?
“Yeah, I did. I thought I would be nice.” Kei was quiet for a while but Mio already had a feeling what he wanted her to do.
“Time for us to go home, alright? It just seems like you don’t remember seeing her.”
Seeing her? She saw this woman somewhere before? When was that? ‘You don’t remember?’ Mio sighed lightly, feeling her head pounding and her neck burning; Mayumi seemed to take a long time in the restroom but maybe that was the idea. “I’m on my way,” Mio mumbled before hanging the phone. Mio looked in the direction of the restroom, unsure if she should check on Mayumi or wait a bit longer to see if she would appear.
Why was she struggling over this? She could simply kill the girl, to make up for last time. She did not actually… care, did she? How preposterous. For hundreds of years, she had lost the ability to care, nor have anyone care for her. Even during her ten years as Mayumi Sawada, she lost the ability to trust anyone, even those that were biologically related to her. Why worry over one teenager find out who she was?
Acting friendly does not form friendships. Even if they could, those vessels could easily crash and drown.
Suddenly, Mayumi acted on the first idea that was introduced to her. She could fake her death — Well, not necessarily fake it. Looking up, she glared angrily at her doppelganger in the looking glass before smashing her face against the reflection.
She could not use her scissors, but everything else located in the restroom could potentially kill her. If she were to die right now, Mio might be traumatized, but she would not recall who she was, and once parting ways, she never would have to ever again.
“Then perhaps, for the sake of being fair, I should warn you that I don’t make a very good toy. I find I’m much better at doing the playing— and when necessary, the breaking— on my own.”
“I believe I’ll be the judge of that. Now, I have one simple question. Feel inclined to answer truthfully. Am I pretty?”
(Source: watashikirei)
“Oh you~”
Those threads that you love but don’t want to bug your partner about.
//Those partners that you love but don’t want to bug them.
“Oh, a popular one, are we? I used to fancy someone with that sort of reputation. I forgot where I placed his corpse though.”
“Then perhaps you should keep better track of your desires— disposing of them doesn’t appear to be working for you.”
“What desires do I have, other than taking away those from others? Besides, when I break my toys, I simply go and find a new one, and I think I just may have done so.”
