Thursday, July 13, 2006

Her parents had never loved her.

She understood that the most when she was outside watching other kids with their own parents, laughing and joking, smiling.

Which brought up another of their characteristics. They had never smiled for her, at her, around her. They never did.

And she understood that as well. She tried many times to make them smile, but nothing ever worked. No funny joke or no silly antic had ever broken their twin masks of cold stone. She had tried, and tried, until eventually, she just gave up. Perhaps that was the reason that she never tried to crack a joke nowadays, even with them long gone. And it would also answer why she never could laugh.

But what she didn't understand was why she was bringing up this particular topic in her mind as she looked up upon her last resort for a home: an apartment complex for 'unique peoples'. It sounded like it had jumped straight off of a n00b's roleplay board, fresh and shiney and full of smilies. Unfortunatly, this was her last resort for a reason: apperantly no one else would shelter a girl with eyes like hers. "Damned devil's eyes, that's what she is!" That had been her uncle that time, if she remembered correctly. Of course, her parents had shushed him, only out of respect for the family name and not in defence of her rock-hard, unfeeling eyes.

Or maybe it was the Nakamaki-esque sword strapped onto her back. Having being granted the name, "Child's Play" by herself, the long-handled, with an even longer blade weapon was and is her only friend, cold to the touch and more responsive than most people when she asked where the subway was. That was what most people noticed when they walked down the streets and saw her sword's handle, promptly dropping their groceries and running away, holding their children to their chest, afraid that just the sight of such a crazy, psychotic, obviously violent girl would damage their innocent brains.

She walked up the steps, soft footsteps almost echoing because of the silent, empty atmosphere around her. Quiet sentinels of the forest, tall trees stood in a random, natural order, split in the middle with the stairs she was climbing at the moment.

She finally made it to the top of the stairs, being as the stairs were tall as some women's shopping carts. She raised a thin eyebrow at the spectacle of the apartment complex, which was evidently some rich man's twisted idea of a joke. Whispering to no one in particular except maybe "Child's Play", she asked quite concisely, "What in the name of....?"

Apparently, the apartment complex had one majority party of people: otakus. Most of them were out on second floor walkway outside the rooms there, having a chugging contest. The phrase 'unique peoples' was a hook for anime and manga fans. Great.

Someone getting drunk on the second floor noticed her quietly standing in front of the complex, and half-shouted, half-drawled, "Hey! Hurry up or all of the-", he hiccuped, "beer, little lady!" He then proceeded to fall unconscious on the outdoor wooden walkway.

Her mind was quickly calculating how badly this could go, just by looking at the place. She winced. Maybe it won't be that bad....

((Continuation coming soon.))

-SYC
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